Chapter 14Jack felt the barely-tamed power of the Quasar under his hands as he guided the yacht delicately up through the narrow shaft toward the planet surface.
“Good luck, Jack,” Professor Claudia Kinkaid had told them just before they'd boarded, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
Cherise had suggested how Jack might compensate their host for her untoward generosity.
Misty nudged Cherise. “Jack didn't sleep much last night.”
“When you get older,” the woman told the girl, “you'll find that there are things more restful than sleep.” And she winked.
Misty laughed and threw a grin at Jack.
Who tried to ignore them both. Having spent nearly all his formative years in a brothel, he wasn't embarrassed by nocturnal machinations. He simply didn't want to discuss it. “It was very thoughtful of
