I'm on a quest for buried treasure. When an escape pod crashes onto my only clue, the delectable human female inside is nothing more than a distraction. Really. Nothing else. This has to be a dream. The last thing I remember is going to bed in my comfy jammies, and then having the *worst* nightmares about little grey men. Because now I'm stuck in an alien jungle with a grumpy, furry treasure hunter who very clearly doesn't want me around. Except sometimes I find him looking at me from those golden eyes, and I wonder—am I sure I want to wake up?