Chapter 9“Hi, baby.” Carlo walked into the cockpit and blinked with one eye. Zenon wondered if he’d hurt it, but didn’t ask.
“I’m not a child.”
“I know.” He moved his eyebrows again. Naughty thoughts. What could he be thinking? He would not ask. “Now you ask how my breakfast was, if I talked to anyone, how the women are doing or something along those lines.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s polite to show an interest, and you want to know what’s going on in your ship.” Carlo pushed his lips forth while waiting for him to say something.
“If there is a problem, Anek or Brox will tell me.”
“So you’re waiting for problems? You don’t care if Grace is flirting with Ghurva or if some of the women are unhappy?”
“As long as it’s under control, no.” What was flirting?
Carlo breathed out in a long, noisy
