that Faron noticed for the first time that she had two cute little dimples in her cheeks.
“Of course we will,” he said at once, certain that he would never be able to deny her anything so long as she smiled like that.
“I can hardly wait!” She was all but bouncing up and down in her seat she was so excited. Dav and Faron were having fun just watching her. Even Ban was taking quick looks over his shoulder at her as he drove. They were all smiling and chuckling along with her, her happiness was so contagious.
Without warning, Saige froze. For a long moment she didn't move or even seem to breathe. She lowered her head, placed her hands in her lap, and began breathing in and out, slow and deep. Faron asked her if she was all right but she did not respond, and he remembered she had done the same thing when they had entered Jackson's office. Dav and Ban both frowned, Dav leaning forward as though to reach for her, but Faron held up a hand to stop him. He shook his head, wanting Saige left alone for the moment. She was obviously concentrating, almost meditating, as she focused intently on what appeared to be a relaxation technique. Several minutes later she took a long, deep breath and blew it out.
When she raised her eyes again she looked exhausted. As much as Faron wanted to understand what had just happened, he sensed now was not the right time for it.
“I think you should lie down and rest now,” he suggested. She only nodded her head wearily and started to lie down on the seat. Faron reached over and pulled her into his lap, frowning at how limp her body felt. Dav opened the compartment beneath the seat and pulled out a couple of blankets and quickly spread one over the seat. Faron laid her down on top of the blanket and reached down for the pillow, tucking it beneath her head as Dav spread another blanket over her.
“Thanks guys,” she said softly, her eyes already closing. “I'm sorry, just a little tired.”
“There is no need for apologies,” Faron said softly. “Sleep now. We will finish our talk another time.” Faron ran his fingers through her short, silky hair as he studied her carefully. Her breathing seemed fine, though her color seemed too pale. She did not have a fever or any other sign of illness that he could detect.
He shook his head, again wishing he could kick himself. The woman had been through hell over the past few days, had only just been rescued from a small box a few hours earlier for star's sake. And he was wondering why she was tired? Fool.
He tucked the blanket carefully beneath her chin, and bent down to kiss her lightly on the forehead. “Sleep easy beautiful one,” he whispered. “We will watch over you.”
Chapter 7
Captain Graey checked the time again. The past two hours had dragged by unendingly. He stood up and began pacing back and forth across his stateroom, idly wondering if the carpet would need replacing by the time this bloody trip was over.
While he paced, he went over the Lobo’s visit in his mind. He thought perhaps he’d pulled off the bumbling idiot captain act, but he wasn’t sure. Those Lobos were sharp, and that bit he’d done when asked about his refusal to return the ship to Jasan had been pure spur of the moment panic on his part.
Lucky for him that they’d gotten distracted by something in that first woman’s compartment. Otherwise he had no doubt they would have seen right through him. Even so, he had a feeling that once they had time to think it over, they’d be looking at him more closely.
One thing he found puzzling was that the Lobos had obviously not scented the Xanti in either of the compartments they had checked. He knew for a fact that the Xanti had been in both compartments. Because of that, he had briefly considered showing the Lobos the wrong compartments. In the end he had not dared. While he was relieved that they had not
“Of course we will,” he said at once, certain that he would never be able to deny her anything so long as she smiled like that.
“I can hardly wait!” She was all but bouncing up and down in her seat she was so excited. Dav and Faron were having fun just watching her. Even Ban was taking quick looks over his shoulder at her as he drove. They were all smiling and chuckling along with her, her happiness was so contagious.
Without warning, Saige froze. For a long moment she didn't move or even seem to breathe. She lowered her head, placed her hands in her lap, and began breathing in and out, slow and deep. Faron asked her if she was all right but she did not respond, and he remembered she had done the same thing when they had entered Jackson's office. Dav and Ban both frowned, Dav leaning forward as though to reach for her, but Faron held up a hand to stop him. He shook his head, wanting Saige left alone for the moment. She was obviously concentrating, almost meditating, as she focused intently on what appeared to be a relaxation technique. Several minutes later she took a long, deep breath and blew it out.
When she raised her eyes again she looked exhausted. As much as Faron wanted to understand what had just happened, he sensed now was not the right time for it.
“I think you should lie down and rest now,” he suggested. She only nodded her head wearily and started to lie down on the seat. Faron reached over and pulled her into his lap, frowning at how limp her body felt. Dav opened the compartment beneath the seat and pulled out a couple of blankets and quickly spread one over the seat. Faron laid her down on top of the blanket and reached down for the pillow, tucking it beneath her head as Dav spread another blanket over her.
“Thanks guys,” she said softly, her eyes already closing. “I'm sorry, just a little tired.”
“There is no need for apologies,” Faron said softly. “Sleep now. We will finish our talk another time.” Faron ran his fingers through her short, silky hair as he studied her carefully. Her breathing seemed fine, though her color seemed too pale. She did not have a fever or any other sign of illness that he could detect.
He shook his head, again wishing he could kick himself. The woman had been through hell over the past few days, had only just been rescued from a small box a few hours earlier for star's sake. And he was wondering why she was tired? Fool.
He tucked the blanket carefully beneath her chin, and bent down to kiss her lightly on the forehead. “Sleep easy beautiful one,” he whispered. “We will watch over you.”
Chapter 7
Captain Graey checked the time again. The past two hours had dragged by unendingly. He stood up and began pacing back and forth across his stateroom, idly wondering if the carpet would need replacing by the time this bloody trip was over.
While he paced, he went over the Lobo’s visit in his mind. He thought perhaps he’d pulled off the bumbling idiot captain act, but he wasn’t sure. Those Lobos were sharp, and that bit he’d done when asked about his refusal to return the ship to Jasan had been pure spur of the moment panic on his part.
Lucky for him that they’d gotten distracted by something in that first woman’s compartment. Otherwise he had no doubt they would have seen right through him. Even so, he had a feeling that once they had time to think it over, they’d be looking at him more closely.
One thing he found puzzling was that the Lobos had obviously not scented the Xanti in either of the compartments they had checked. He knew for a fact that the Xanti had been in both compartments. Because of that, he had briefly considered showing the Lobos the wrong compartments. In the end he had not dared. While he was relieved that they had not
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