Chapter 16

He’s got a childish streak in him that I want to hide away from the

rest of the world, an innocence I want to protect. “I didn’t,” he

starts, and then he falls silent again, like he’s changed his mind

about what he wants to say. “Neal.”

“Yes?” I ask. I’m falling back on my

professional air, it keeps the distance open, keeps us apart. When

he doesn’t answer, I add, “We’re on a steady course. The signal’s

getting stronger. I don’t think it’ll take too long to get to the

origin—”

He sighs as if I’m boring him. “Is that all

we have to say to each other?” he wants to know.

I shrug. It’s your fault,I think.

It’s easier to lay all the blame on him. Trying to steer the

conversation to something more personal, he asks, “How have you

been doing?”

“Okay,” I lie, but I’m sure he sees

right through that one, it’s in the way I can’t quite meet his

eyes. “You?”

“Okay,” he echoes. Now we’re both

lying to each other, has it come to this? Softly, he asks, “Are