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With a last look at her—one that seared even as it dismayed her, Creed turned away, revealing a statuesque woman in the open doors leading into the house. She had long, wavy black hair, golden skin and dark eyes that were trained on Taara, her surprise evident. She wore black tights and a tunic brilliant with red flowers and green leaves.
“Good morning,” Taara said, summoning her best smile. “I’m Taara.”
The woman blinked. “Ohh,” she repeated, her voice rising and falling with the single syllable. “I am Lani. Welcome to LodeStone.” She looked at Creed, her gaze now bright with speculation. “Would you like me to brew the coffee?”
“Got it,” he said. “Thanks for bringing breakfast.”
Lani nodded, although she looked disappointed. “Maybe you can come over for a chat before you leave,” she said to Taara, with a hopeful smile. “Be nice to talk with another woman.”
Taara kept smiling back, because she didn’t know what else to do. “That’s so nice. Thank you.”
The woman walked away through the house, and Taara looked up at Creed. He gave her a look that said he wasn’t fooled by her, but said only, “Come in. We’ll eat.”
Taara didn’t follow him immediately. Instead she looked out over the valley. It was beautiful in its own, spare way but it was so quiet, empty of the bustle and cacophony she was accustomed to. Not to mention the buildings crowding in around, sheltering one from the rains. The light was so bright here. Unnerving.
A wave of homesickness washed over her, and she longed for her tiny apartment, for the hushed elegance of Maitresse. Which was weird, because why would anyone in her right mind miss Earth II? It was just the swiftness of the change, and the manner in which it had happened. She hated that those gangers had forced her and D to run like rats from all they’d accomplished.
Voices drifted up from below. She peered over the balcony as Lani strode away from the house, followed by a younger woman with long black hair blowing around her in the morning breeze. Her snug pink top and tights revealed a voluptuous figure, but she moved with the tight petulance of an angry child.
“Don’t see why I couldn’t stay,” she was saying, with the same sing-song intonation as Lani’s speech. “Creed would like me to serve him breakfast.”
“You will not be serving Mr. Creed anything,” Lani snapped. “He has a guest, and you will not bother them while she’s here.”
The younger woman tossed her head angrily. “Huh. We’ll see.”
“What we will see is you on a fast flight out of here, if you don’t follow directions.” Lani’s voice was tired, as if this was not the first time she’d made this threat.
Taara winced. Add a rebellious teen to the population of the place—one with a crush on Creed Forth. Lani seemed nice, though. It was good to know that she wasn’t the only woman here, but how she wished Creed’s housekeeper or whoever she was hadn’t chosen that moment to walk in.
Creed Forth been close to ... something. Maybe in another moment he would have kissed her. And then she could throw herself into a sexual liaison with him, and stop worrying about what in the galaxy she was doing so far from home, and what would happen if she didn’t perform to Logan Stark’s standards.
Her stomach growled again. First, breakfast, whatever that would be. She hoped these people didn’t subsist by chewing on forbs they harvested from local shrubs, or whole roasted creatures she’d never heard of.
She grimaced as she walked into the house.
Best to be ready for anything.
* * *
Creed stood in the big galley of his home, Lani’s breakfast set out on the table behind him, filling the air with the scents of fresh rolls, eggs and vegprotein sausages, along with that of fresh-ground coffee. He was listening to the big gleaming coffee-maker hiss as it heated water to brew a fresh pot. He had powered it up,
With a last look at her—one that seared even as it dismayed her, Creed turned away, revealing a statuesque woman in the open doors leading into the house. She had long, wavy black hair, golden skin and dark eyes that were trained on Taara, her surprise evident. She wore black tights and a tunic brilliant with red flowers and green leaves.
“Good morning,” Taara said, summoning her best smile. “I’m Taara.”
The woman blinked. “Ohh,” she repeated, her voice rising and falling with the single syllable. “I am Lani. Welcome to LodeStone.” She looked at Creed, her gaze now bright with speculation. “Would you like me to brew the coffee?”
“Got it,” he said. “Thanks for bringing breakfast.”
Lani nodded, although she looked disappointed. “Maybe you can come over for a chat before you leave,” she said to Taara, with a hopeful smile. “Be nice to talk with another woman.”
Taara kept smiling back, because she didn’t know what else to do. “That’s so nice. Thank you.”
The woman walked away through the house, and Taara looked up at Creed. He gave her a look that said he wasn’t fooled by her, but said only, “Come in. We’ll eat.”
Taara didn’t follow him immediately. Instead she looked out over the valley. It was beautiful in its own, spare way but it was so quiet, empty of the bustle and cacophony she was accustomed to. Not to mention the buildings crowding in around, sheltering one from the rains. The light was so bright here. Unnerving.
A wave of homesickness washed over her, and she longed for her tiny apartment, for the hushed elegance of Maitresse. Which was weird, because why would anyone in her right mind miss Earth II? It was just the swiftness of the change, and the manner in which it had happened. She hated that those gangers had forced her and D to run like rats from all they’d accomplished.
Voices drifted up from below. She peered over the balcony as Lani strode away from the house, followed by a younger woman with long black hair blowing around her in the morning breeze. Her snug pink top and tights revealed a voluptuous figure, but she moved with the tight petulance of an angry child.
“Don’t see why I couldn’t stay,” she was saying, with the same sing-song intonation as Lani’s speech. “Creed would like me to serve him breakfast.”
“You will not be serving Mr. Creed anything,” Lani snapped. “He has a guest, and you will not bother them while she’s here.”
The younger woman tossed her head angrily. “Huh. We’ll see.”
“What we will see is you on a fast flight out of here, if you don’t follow directions.” Lani’s voice was tired, as if this was not the first time she’d made this threat.
Taara winced. Add a rebellious teen to the population of the place—one with a crush on Creed Forth. Lani seemed nice, though. It was good to know that she wasn’t the only woman here, but how she wished Creed’s housekeeper or whoever she was hadn’t chosen that moment to walk in.
Creed Forth been close to ... something. Maybe in another moment he would have kissed her. And then she could throw herself into a sexual liaison with him, and stop worrying about what in the galaxy she was doing so far from home, and what would happen if she didn’t perform to Logan Stark’s standards.
Her stomach growled again. First, breakfast, whatever that would be. She hoped these people didn’t subsist by chewing on forbs they harvested from local shrubs, or whole roasted creatures she’d never heard of.
She grimaced as she walked into the house.
Best to be ready for anything.
* * *
Creed stood in the big galley of his home, Lani’s breakfast set out on the table behind him, filling the air with the scents of fresh rolls, eggs and vegprotein sausages, along with that of fresh-ground coffee. He was listening to the big gleaming coffee-maker hiss as it heated water to brew a fresh pot. He had powered it up,
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