WHEN CARRIE BURST INTO the staff office the following morning, she found Dave arguing loudly with them. At the sight of her, he raised a finger to stop her speaking. His eyes were like steel. “You’re not doing it.”
How had he found out? Maybe Gavin had told him. “Yes, I am.”
“No way. I’ll tie you to the ship if I have to. I’ll, I’ll—”
“No, you don’t understand. I’ve got a plan. Or, actually, we’ve got a plan. Audrey and I thought it up last night.”
“Ahem,” said Gavin, “would this happen to be anything like the plan you had on the squashpump planet? Because I would not say that plan was particularly well thought out.”
“No, not like the plan on the squashpump planet. We’ve thought it through carefully, together. Step by step. It might actually work.” Seeing Dave’s expression, she amende
