** Lia’s POV ** I closely followed Dakota to the door and walked out to one of the small tables sitting against the railing. The wrap around porch for my room had a small table with two chairs on each long section of. The tables were perfect for one person with a meal, or two people with coffee or drinks: but not big enough for two people with a copious amount of food. As Dakota set down her last dish she stated, “Houston, I think we have a problem.” I chuckled at her phrasing and nodded to the right, “There is another table like this around the corner. If you take these plates for me, I can get it.” “That’s alright.” She said simply as she turned and made her way around the corner, “I can get.” In her absence I couldn’t help but wonder what happened with Strega Tali, and what Stre

