Josh sat in the small galley aboard the Tracer several days later. His fingers absently stroked the rim of the cup in front of him. He jerked back to the present when Cassa walked in. Her cheeks were flushed and she was drawing in deep, calming breaths. An amused smile tugged at Josh’s lips.
“How is the training going?” he asked, sliding to the side so she could sit down next to him.
“Better,” she replied. “Bantu is rusty, but he is picking it up. He is motivated. He is working on a program to work against the Legion forces.”
“His inside knowledge will be an advantage,” Josh replied, playing with a strand of her hair that had come loose. “You’ll have him in shape before he knows it. I know I should regret ordering the gateway fixed, but I don’t. I’m glad I’m here. I just regret that I c
