Walter might have disputed Kenz' assertion, had he been able to read her mind.  He<em>wasn't</em>a good man.  He wasn't a bad one, either, and he certainly did his best, but the cold, hard reality of space meant that sometimes he'd had to do things that kept him up at nights.  Like when he'd siphoned fuel from that colony transport ship when he was on the run from the Marshal of Grey Flats.  He'd always remember their faces, as they watched him, full of hate and silent scorn.  The ship had been bound for New Cheyenne, with the promise of a new start and a better life; many of them had invested their entire life savings into the trip.  And now, because of Walter, they'd had to turn around and go home.   Oh, he wasn't a complete bastard; he'd left them enough fuel to make it safely back to whatever backwater burgs they'd come from.  He could have left them spinning in space until they ran out of air or died of starvation.    Many would have, he knew.  There wasn't much room for mercy on the hard frontier.    But he wouldn't have been able to live with himself if he'd done that.  So he'd simply stolen their dreams along with their precious fuel, because he was desperate and he needed to get the hell out of Grey Flats as fast as possible.   That was before he hooked up with Jules, of course, and he'd never told her about that.  Would she think any less of him for it?<br/><br/>Sometimes, when he least expected it, and especially on long, quiet nights, such a memory would hit him out of nowhere, with all the force of a physical slap, causing him to flinch and curse.  Then again, perhaps that those things<em>did</em>haunt him went to his credit.  Were he an evil cuss, wouldn't those kinds of memories slide off him like water off a duck's back?    He reckoned that it would.<br/><br/>He stood up, gently setting both women's feet down in his chair, as Kenzie pulled him into the kiss.  He offered no resistance, letting her pull him in like a lasso.  Her lips were soft and sweet, exactly as he'd remembered they'd be, and he indulged himself, timidly exploring her teeth with his tongue as she fastened her lips to his in a liplock.   Then Jules told her to bite his lower lip, and he shot the brunette a recriminating glance out of the corner of his eye before Kenzie did it.  He had to suppress a shiver--he liked leaving marks on women, and he liked it when they left marks on him.  More than a few times he'd had to endure a few scabs on his back after Juliette had scratched it up, and he'd never complained.   Well, at least seriously.  He'd given her all kinds of grief about it, naturally, simply because he could.<br/><br/>He sunk an arm around the blond's waist and roped her in, securing her thighs against his hip.  He slyly wedged his boot in between Kenzie's feet, pushing his leg forward so that the trouserless Kenzie could ride his thigh.  With his free hand, he reached out blindly in Jules' direction and sought out her cheek.  His rough thumb grazed the woman's lower lip as he cupped her cheek, letting her know she was not forgotten even as he indulged in Kenzie.<br/><br/>