Page 65 of Captain's Companion

“Working, right,” she teased.

“I can worship you from my desk,” he said. “Did you...”

“Do you hate it,” she asked.

“I love the wood tones,” he said. “It’s calm and soothing.”

“Good,” she sighed with relief.

“Were you worried I wouldn’t,” he asked.

“A little bit,” she said. “I mean, I think I get your taste, but we’ve really only known each other about...”

“Ninety two days,” he said. “Want to know down to the hour?”

“Ulrik,” she hugged him. “I wanted to be able to create something for you. I’m glad you like it.”

“It needs something,” Ulrik said hugging her tight.

“What,” she said frowning.

“One of your creations,” he said. “Will you make one to hang on that wall?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Something bright to remind me of you,” he said.

“I’ll figure out something,” she said.

“Can we go to the bedroom now,” he asked.

“I want to see the bathroom before you strip me naked,” she said.

“I want to make sure the tub is right,” he said.

As they stepped back into the lounge a chime went off. “Did you set an alarm already,” he asked.

“I think it’s the door,” she said pointing to the door. A vid screen showed a few men with hover trolleys.

“That will be our luggage,” he said. “Computer open door.”

The door slid up into the ceiling. The men on the other side said, “Fleet Commander Tonason and mate Gwyn Meinen?”

“Yes,” Gwyn said. “Take them through to the bedroom.”

“No,” he said. “Stack them here.” He pointed to a space by the wall shared with the bedroom.

She frowned but said nothing. She wandered around the room, touching pillows as the men unloaded the luggage. “Sir, the other packages are stored in the closet in the bedroom. They arrived a week ago.”

“Other packages,” Ulrik asked.

“My things,” Gwyn said. “That were in storage.”

“That was quick,” Ulrik said. “Thank you for letting us know.”

“You’re welcome. If you need help shifting anything, furniture or even the luggage, let us know.”

“Thank you,” Gwyn said wishing they would take the hover trolleys and get out.

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