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Chapter 34

Jan looked up from her console as Rhea came in. An R-rated grin spread across her face. "Thought so," she said. "Can I call 'em?" She reached around and patted herself on the back.

"What?" Rhea asked defensively. There was no way Jan could tell anything by looking at her. There wasn't a hair out of place.

"One of us didn't change clothes this morning," Jan said, "and it wasn't me. I notice also," she continued, "that one of our engineers hasn't checked in yet. The one who's been early the past month even though he loves to sleep . . ."

"Sherlock, you got me." Rhea chuckled. "We made a breakthrough last night, and the celebration kind of . . . escalated."

"Good for him! I've been giving him pep talks the last couple of weeks."

"You have? To come on to me?" Rhea looked at Jan sharply. "Jan, I haven't exactly been a nun, that you need to throw men at me."

Jan's grin faded. "Casual sex is great, Rhea, but I've seen your eyes sometimes when you think no one is watching." She looked down for a second, then locked her gaze with Rhea's. "You're carrying some kind of load, and it's going to break you unless you find someone to share it with." She forced the grin back. "And he can whistle. I do like a man who knows how to use his tongue."

"You're a nasty woman, Jan," Rhea said, retreating towards her office.

"Hey, I'm the one wearing clean underwear," Jan retorted

"You mean you're the one wearing underwear," Rhea said, and shut the door behind her before Jan could one-up that.

"Hello, Av—Rhea," Miramuel said.

 

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