Chapter 35

Kid, as if he’s not the same age as my lover, but he acts so

damn childish sometimes, worse than Dylan in full pouting glory.

Glancing over the file, Johnson shrugs, noncommittal. “I’m not even

really sure what I’m looking at here,” he admits grudgingly.

I hold out a hand for the file, and I’m

surprised when he actually gives it to me. It’s about what I

expect, really—mostly hard clay, which makes the planet look red

from this height. Stunted grass, some shallow riverbeds, an almost

continuous rainy season, sixteen hour day/night cycle— “Sixteen

hours?” I say with a grin. “That’s going to take some getting used

to.”

Shanley nods at the file in my hands. “What

do you think?”

“I think it’s probably not going to

make a list of the best vacation spots in the galaxy,” I tell him,

and Vallery laughs. “Lots of clay, always rainy, probably not very

good for crops, if they’ve managed to grow any.” Browsing through