The Merryman and His Maid (The Rim, #2)

He was ready for adventure with his Privateering best friend. Mates? Who needed them when there were warm, willing bodies in every port?

That's what Strul told himself. So, what if he really had to wait to have an accepting female when he went home? They were there and ready for a little rough and tumble. He was free and learning the "reclamation" business his best friend had been running on his own for years. Adventure without getting shot in someone else's war was preferrable than dying on...