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"Reah suggested this, but I'm varying it just a little," Lendill said. Garde sat across the table from where Lendill sat, at Lissa's formal dining table. Everyone had come to dinner, almost, including Tory.

"What is it, and how are you varying it?" Garde asked. He was still angry about the hijacked gishi fruit shipment, and blew smoke whenever he thought about it.

"We'll label the next gishi fruit shipment as nannas, as she suggested, and when we ship the nannas out, we'll say it's gishi fruit. That's how we'll list it with the ships, too. All the crates will be sealed, and we'll see which ones get hijacked."

"It's worth a try," Garde blew out a slightly smoky sigh. "Where is the little thing, anyway?"

"Can't say, it's top secret," Lendill replied. "We're tracking down a hunch at the moment, but it might be a very viable hunch. If it turns out as I suspect it might, some mighty big heads might roll over it." Lendill refused to discuss it further.

"When did Kifirin start growing gishi fruit?" Tory asked. He now believed his oldest twins were eight. He'd come quite a way in only a few days. Lissa smiled at her second-born. She was waiting for Connegar to heal Tory's memory well enough to explain that he'd had a second set of twins. She hoped the information wouldn't be too difficult for him to accept.

"It was an experiment just a few years ago, son. Reah thought the Southern Continent would support the fruit. Turns out she was right," Lissa said gently. "Gishi fruit has become Kifirin's top export."

"Really? That must bring in a lot of money, since gishi fruit is so expensive."

"It does," Garde agreed. "We may be able to pay off Kifirin's debts, just by selling gishi fruit."

"Dad, that's great. I know what a burden all those loans were," Tory recalled the crushing debts that Kifirin faced after the comesuli were brought home to Le-Ath Veronis.

"They'll all be paid before you know it," Garde said. "Just give us a few more years and we'll be completely in the clear."

"We have Reah to thank for that idea?" Tory blinked at his father.

"Yes. We have Reah to thank," Garde dipped his head. "But on another note, we can plant some of your holdings on the Southern Continent now, and you can raise gishi fruit. It's a lucrative enterprise, son."

"You didn't do it before, so the bitch wouldn't get her hands on any of it," Tory blew out a little smoke of his own. "How are my babies? I can't believe they're eight, now."

"They're growing up fast," Garde acknowledged. "You'll see them soon, I think."

"Lendill, are you spending the night?" Lissa asked to change the subject.

"I'm going to visit my father after dinner. I think he'll announce which of my brothers is next in line for King sometime soon."

"I hope it's somebody you can live with," Lissa said and turned back to her dessert.

"Me, too," Lendill agreed.

* * *

"Too dry," I pushed the cake away with a sour face. "And the raspberry sauce is too tart. How's yours?" I looked expectantly at Ry, who'd ordered a puff pastry with redberries and cream.

"Nothing near yours," he pushed it toward me. I took a bite and agreed with him. The pastry was too thick around the filling and the cream not quite sweet enough. I could only imagine the other desserts also needed work. We'd asked the waiter to bring us their two best desserts and this is what we'd gotten.

"We're ready to pay," I said when the waiter appeared at our table. He scanned Ry's employee chip, we left our unfinished desserts on the table and left. "At least the waiter was good," I said as we slipped out the door of Chrestin's, the second-best resort on Stellar Winds. The food had been decent, if not of the highest caliber. I'd ordered a chicken dish, Ry had asked for steak.

Stellar Winds was in the fall season upon the tiny planetoid, but one wouldn't know it unless one walked outside the glassed-in tunnels and tubes that ran from one place to the next, all climate-controlled. Trees, plants, waterfalls and small ponds were scattered here and there, decorating spaces in and outside the resorts. Some even had exotic animals held behind clear plexi.

"Feel like going to the bar inside Galedaro's?" Ry asked as we passed the left turn that led to the business wing. The hotel portion was much taller and attached on the right side, leaving the restaurant and bar area in between. All five of Zendeval Rjjn's properties were built in a circle, with glass tunnels available to get to the other resorts, brothels and game facilities. Gambling was prohibited on Stellar Winds; it wasn't licensed for it. I figured there was some going on somewhere, though, legal or not.

"We can go for a little while, but I'm tired and I've got a long day ahead of me tomorrow," I told Ry, slipping my arm inside his Crm agreed w. He lifted my fingers to his lips and kissed them. "After this, I'm going to put you out by a pool somewhere and make you sleep for a week," he said.

"You'll make me?" I lifted an eyebrow at him.

"Absolutely," he grinned. Two women, passing by, ran into one another while staring at Ry. "Ladies," Ry nodded to them. They were whispering furiously when they went on their way.

"Is it good to give women orgasms just by smiling?" I laughed up at him.

"I'm working on perfecting my art," he said. "Want another cloudy sunset?"

"I'll take one. Two will put me to sleep," I said.

"We'll order two, then," he told me. Normally it would take more than that, but I was truly weary. Ry and I had a tough road ahead of us, if we were to learn anything about the disappearances, Bel's included. Lendill was now keeping track of all the people who booked passage on ships bound for Stellar Winds. He was prepared to watch for further disappearances to check against that database.

"Two cloudy sunsets, with Yadeli," Ry ordered as we took seats at the bar. We'd passed several drunken (or drugged) people in their twenties. Some had undressed, one completely, and were dancing beneath the strobe lights on the dance floor.

Security was discreet but present. If anyone became a disturbance, they'd be hauled to a drunk room to sleep it off. If they became violent, they stayed inside a padded cell until the drunk wore off. Two infractions meant a dismissal from the planetoid with no refund. Everyone signed a release before setting foot on Stellar Winds.

"I have to inspect the voyeur parlors tomorrow," Ry grimaced as he sipped his drink. I didn't think it was the drink—mine was very good. Some visitors agreed to participate in sex acts while others watched behind one-way glass. I shuddered, just thinking about it. Ry was going to be exposed to all of that.

"I'm making desserts," I said, shaking my head at him.

"Reah, I may not be in a good mood when I come home tomorrow night," he said.

"Do you want me to fix something for you?"

"Just bring something to the apartment. That'll be good enough," he said. "That way if I'm not hungry, I won't insult your good cooking by not eating it."

"I will," I nodded, rubbing his back.

Ry and I leaned into each other as we took the elevator to the fifth floor inside the business wing. At least the loud, thumping music from the bar didn't penetrate that far up. "Thank the stars; quiet," Ry sighed in appreciation and settled me on a sofa in the small sitting area. We had a single, large bedroom, a small sitting area, the equally small kitchen and a nice bath with a tub and shower. Ry had brought our bags over when he'd first come up so at least we had clothing and toiletries.

"Let's sleep late tomorrow," Ry said.
Do you want me to sleep on the sofa?

No, Ry. The bed's big enough. We have enough room. You only snore a little.
I smiled at him.
Besides, the sofa's not long enough.
It wasn't; Ry was six-three, in old Earth measurements, anyway. The bed was huge. As big as one of the beds I'd slept on at Teeg's or any of the others. "All right," I nodded to his spoken question.

"Good. C>&q at Teeg'sI'm going to clean up," Ry stretched and headed for the bathroom.

"I'll wait until the morning," I called. Ry flung up a hand and closed the bathroom door behind him. I didn't want to, but I pulled all my clothes from the case and hung them up, then placed underwear and other things inside drawers. I did the same for Ry's things—we shared one walk-in closet. His things were on one side, mine on the other, with shoes on the floor beneath. I then stowed both cases in a corner of the closet. We'd have to bring more clothing if this took a while. I shed my suit and wriggled into comfortable pajamas, sliding into bed. I had books loaded on the comp-vid I'd gotten from Pripps, so I was reading when Ry came out of the bathroom smelling freshly clean.

"What are you reading?" he asked.

"A mystery," I said, turning the comp-vid so he could see.

"Any good advice in there?" he asked, scooting beneath the covers on his side. "At least the bed's comfortable."

"No good advice yet, and I'm done for tonight," I said, marking my place on the comp-vid and setting it aside. I'd leave it in the room, using the one supplied by Galedaro's while I worked.

"Goodnight, baby," Ry turned out his light, leaving us in darkness.

Chapter 7
 

 

"Reah, time to wake," Ry's arm was draped over me and he kissed my bare shoulder, whispering against it.

"Ry," I moaned, unwilling to open my eyes. I'd been sleeping so well.

"Come on, I have to get up too," he said.

"Yeah." I slapped a hand over my eyes. "I'll get cleaned up. Do we have time for breakfast?"

"Sure. I have to get to work earlier than you, though."

"All right. I'm going. Now. Soon." I wriggled toward the edge of the bed, with my eyes closed still.

"Poor baby." Ry came around to my side and pulled me up. "Here." He removed the stretchy band that held my braid and loosened my hair, letting it fall around my shoulders. "That's better," he said and leaned down to give me a quick peck.

"Thanks," I patted his shoulder and stumbled toward the bathroom.

"I'll get groceries from somewhere, to stock the kitchen so we won't have to leave to get breakfast," I said a little later. Ry had gone to buy breakfast sandwiches; they were waiting when I got out of the shower.

I left when Ry did so I could get a head start on the ice cream, fruit puree and sauces I'd need for the cakes and pastries.

* * *

"She's here now," Perdil spoke discreetly into his communicator as he watched Reah from across the kitchen. "She came in early to make up the sauces and start the ice cream."

"I'll be there shortly," Zen replied and cut off the communication.

* * *

"Do you have anything for a midmorning meeting?" Zendeval Rjjn was inside the kitchen, asking for personal service and disturbing my work. I looked up at him after pouring raspberry puree into a squeeze bot F>&q ad thtle.

"Do you want cakes, tarts or pastry?" I asked, masking my annoyance.

"Can you do all three?"

"Yes." I wanted to heave an impatient sigh, but I didn't. I filled three orders quickly before turning to what Zendeval wanted. Rude, just as I thought. He could have mentioned a midmorning meeting the day before, but he didn't. Instead, he was bothering me while I was trying to prepare for my shift. I wasn't officially on duty for another half-click.

"This is a sponge cake; it goes well with this sauce," I held up the container. "These pastries are best if they're slightly warm, do you have a zap oven at the site?" I looked at him. He blinked at me. "The tarts are good with fresh fruit," I went on. "And coffee or tea," I added.

"Can you come with me and serve it?" he asked.

"Yes." Stifling a sigh, I pulled out a tray, piled everything on it and lifted it to rest on my shoulder. "Lead the way," I said, preparing to follow Zendeval Rjjn to a meeting.

We rode up the elevator in silence. I wanted to glare at him but didn't. Instead, I kept my eyes straight ahead and watched the numbered floors light up until we reached the top suite. The elevator opened in Zendeval's private suite. Six men sat around his wide kitchen island, waiting for his arrival. Teeg had better inside his palace, but then he was Teeg San Gerxon. All six of the men looked as if they could have been Zendeval's brothers. All had dark hair and black eyes; I'd decided they were definitely black. I'm sure they could pick up any one of the young women cavorting in the bar downstairs if they had a mind to.

"We have cake, tarts or pastry," I offered, bringing my mind back to the task at hand. I grabbed the kettle for tea and put coffee on to brew in Zendeval's kitchen. At least he had coffee and tea available so they could be served fresh. I plated up some of each dessert I'd brought, along with freshly made coffee and tea. I'd found napkins and nice silver inside drawers, figuring that someone else came to clean up for Mr. Rude Rjjn.

"This is very good," one of the men complimented the cake. The others were too busy eating to say anything.

"Thank you," I nodded to the one who spoke while freshening his coffee. "Would you like cream or sugar?"

"No, this is good as it is," he said, taking another bite.

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