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wasn’t quite as big as the junior giant named Leandor, he didn’t miss by much. he moved as lightly and with as much confidence as the leader of the field team had, which was usually unexpected in such big men. he hesitated very briefly when he saw me, as though he hadn’t expected to find me there, then headed straight for Dameron’s chair.
    “Well, there you are again,” he observed, sitting down and keying the terminal to life without taking his eyes off me. “I saw you earlier, with Dameron, in the communications room.”
    “Yes, I remember that,” I observed back, keeping the answer neutral and uncommitted. I didn’t know where this Valdon stood in the base, but the fewer people who knew about my origins, the better. It might be necessary for Dameron and his second to have all the details, but as far as I was concerned that was still two too many. Either one of them could, at any time, come up with a dozen great reasons for keeping me there a while longer, and the more people who knew about me, the better the chance that some mental lightbulbs would glow.
    Leaving the base amid tearful good-byes was preferable to fighting my way out of it, so a low profile was definitely a high priority.
    The terminal beeped for attention, giving Valdon something else to stare at, but the distraction didn’t last long. There were only three rows of symbols for him to glance at and respond to, and then his dark black eyes were on me again.
    “How do you like our facilities?” he asked, as though just making conversation to while away the time. “The base is pretty standard, but we like to think we have better optionals than any other outpost in the Confederacy.”
    “I’m sure you do,” I agreed in a sober way, leaving it to him to decide whether I was agreeing with his opinion or his conclusion. A faint shadow that might have been annoyance flickered in his eyes while he waited for me to add to my four word statement, and when I didn’t he stirred in the squarish chair.
    “We don’t often get visitors like you, and I’m curious about you,” he admitted in a friendly, outgoing way. “I’m assuming you’re lost, and were heading somewhere else. Where were you going, and how long did it take you to get here?”
    He was playing it casual, asking his too-pointed questions and trying to keep his interested inspection of me from becoming overly obvious.
    he seemed to be a man who felt no discomfort from really looking at a woman, but who had learned that many women flinched from that sort of hunter’s interest. I couldn’t remember a time when the thought of being hunted didn’t amuse and interest me more than bother me, but the opportunity was too good to miss.
    “I-really don’t remember,” I answered only the last of his questions, swallowing hard as I looked down at my hands in my lap. I had quietly drawn my knees together and was sitting as stiffly and primly as the lump chair allowed. “How much longer do you think Dameron will be?”
    “Oh, I’m sure he’ll be back any minute,” Valdon’s voice rushed to reassure me, his tone a shade too jolly. “How about something to drink while we’re waiting?”
    “Drink?” I echoed as if I’d never heard the word before, and nearly panicked. I was letting it all fall apart at once, as though my previous coolness had been no more than a front I couldn’t maintain any longer. Valdon was a very handsome man, with the sort of masculine features and mannerisms that too often flustered women right into hysterics. If the way he shrugged meant anything, he’d had to face that particular problem be-fore and shouldn’t be too hard to divert from detectiving.
    “Yes, a drink,” he repeated with a pleasant smile. “As a matter of fact, I’ll be glad to join you. What would you like?”
    He started to get out of Dameron’s chair, anxious to be doing something other than trying not to stare at me, but he’d asked another question that it wouldn’t be safe to