Chapter 4

“Takes one to know one,” he replied.

Mick grinned. “Does that mean you’d like a tour of the permanent living quarters?”

“As long as you’re giving it.”

“Of course,” said Mick, standing up.

Kevin followed him out of the lounge and through the corridors. Truthfully he didn’t absorb any of the information in Mick’s tour, though he did enjoy the view as he walked behind the man. Halfway to Mick’s quarters it occurred to him that he ought to at least pay sufficient attention to find his way back later.

The quarters were at least sixty percent bigger than the room Kevin had to share aboard the Tasman and therefore seemed palatial for one person. He didn’t get more than a cursory glance around, enough to see the size and the window showing a field of stars, because Mick wasted no time in grabbing his hip andasking, “What are you into?”