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Yes, my brother has a secret reason for his return. One I don t like.
Yipee! There s the starship! a small voice yelled. Michel had settled in to
his perch on Blane s shoulders and gotten a glimpse out the window. He gripped
Blane s neck with his thighs and swung his bare heels against the wall of his
chest. Get going! Take me there!
Blane winced more with annoyance than pain as the boy s feet drummed against
his body. Calm down, Michel.
Ange grinned at the boy with genuine friendliness. Blane s heart melted
dangerously at the sweetness in her smile. She tucked a stray lock of pale
gold hair behind one ear. The Hawk s Flight is not ready to go back into
space yet, Michel. There s a long checklist to go through first.
That s okay. We can pretend.
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Yikes! Blane shouted as Michel pulled on his ears with his small hands.
Stop that.
I want to ride on the starship, Michel chanted. Take me there, Uncle
Blane. His hand struck Blane on the shoulder, urging him to get moving.
Amusement sparkled in Ange s eyes. The boy thinks you should give him a ride.
He must have mistaken you for a horse.
He laughed, matching her smile with his own. I ve been called worse,
captain.
Ange. Her voice softened with seductive undertones as she repeated her name.
He wondered if she realized that longing shone in her eyes. Call me Ange.
Let s go, Michel repeated, drumming his heels in a quick rhythm.
Blane wanted to move closer, to examine that look in her eyes, to taste her
lips again. But Michel could not be ignored. He shot her a pleading look. Can
we at least visit the ship, Ange?
As he spoke, the boy grabbed two handfuls of his hair.
Ange s smile faded as she imagined a ship full of small children running
around, demanding to be amused. I would rather the ship remain off limits,
she said, her voice cold once more. It s no place for children to play.
I see. The warmth in his eyes died.
Feeling disappointed, Ange swallowed hard. Blane s male scent drew her with
almost painful force, but he was a man and men were trouble. I need to get
Jake started unloading the cargo. With luck, we can have it off Hawk in a few
hours.
I m sure you are a model of efficiency. Blane s lips twisted in disgust. He
reached up and untangled
Michel s hands from his hair, then gently lifted the boy off his shoulders and
placed him on his feet again.
Run along. There ll be no visiting the starship.
Casting an unhappy look at Ange, the boy ran off. Ange found herself drowning
in Blane s deep violet stare. He seems like a great boy.
A great boy with no future.
Ange bit her lip as she stared at the empty warehouse with its message of
scarcity. This was Michel s future. Blane had a point.
His demanding gaze probed hers. If you really want to help the colonists,
Captain Bennett, I ll tell you what you can do. Take Michel and the other
children off this world. This is the first starship to stop here in ten years
and it may be the last for another ten. These children deserve a life a real
life somewhere where there is still hope.
Ange lifted a restraining hand. Wait a minute. I m running a starship, not a
nursery.
He gazed at her with contempt. So much for your humanitarian concern, then.
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He turned and marched out the door, leaving her standing alone, her cheeks
burning with guilt.
Muttering a curse on the whole Llewelyn family, Ange found a door to the
outside and headed back to her ship. After instructing Jake where to begin
offloading the supplies, she strode down the corridor that led to Ryol s
cabin. Reaching his door, she raised her fist and struck it a solid blow. She
meant to have some answers.
Who s there?
It s Captain Bennett.
The door opened a crack. Ryol stared at her; his dark eyes glittered with
cunning. Ah, yes. We need to talk, captain. I m sure you have some questions
for me.
As he spoke, Ryol pulled open the door to his cabin and moved back. Ange
stepped inside. Hawk s
Flight was no luxury liner and Ryol s quarters were small. A bed was shoved
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against the far wall and a stiff-backed chair occupied the other corner. To
the right was the tiny head. The only other wall held a closet for clothes.
Ryol reached into a cooler at the foot of the bed and pulled out two tubes of
beer. My personal stash.
Care to join me in a drink, captain?
He broke the seal and handed her a tube.
It s about time you told me what you re here for. Ange took the icy cold
beer from him. She retreated to a chair on the far side of the cabin, as far
from Ryol as she could get, and perched on the edge. She was determined not to
leave until she had some answers.
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