“It’ll be tight, but I think I can manage it.” She looked at the flowery Perrier-Jouët bottle and raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware you were this invested in the Mars landing.”
“Well, maybe not the landing, but…other things.” My gaze strayed to Logan, who had approached Lance and seemed to be asking something about the images currently being shown on the broadcast. I tensed, wondering how Lance was going to react, but he only shook his head and pointed at Paul, as if indicating that the astronomer was really the best person to answer those sorts of questions.
A faint sigh of relief escaped my lips. “So he’s okay with it?” I asked in an undertone, although really, with all the chatter in the other room, I could have spoken in a normal voice and not been overheard.
My mother didn’t bothe
