“You’re holding us up, Star,” Time Merchant groused. “What’s the deal?”
“Slipping back into old habits,” she snapped, instantly regretting it. Immediately she switched to what she hoped was a softer tone. “I’m having a little trouble with the suit this morning. I’ll be there in two minutes, promise.”
“Two minutes,” the man repeated. “See you soon.” He signed out, leaving Star to stare at the comm board in confused silence.
It had been nine weeks since Transport Two had been swallowed up by the wormhole. Nine weeks since she and Hunter had last made love, creating the new life inside her that was beginning to create a little belly Star knew she couldn’t keep hiding. Sooner or later someone would mention the bulge in her waistline, and she would have to tell them about the baby.
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