Chapter 98

“Hey hey!” Parker cries out, jumping

out of the hatch before it opens completely. He grimaces at the

soft mud like he forgot it was there, and then he takes in our

soaking wet clothing, our clay-streaked shoes, and laughs. “You

know I was hoping this shit would let up, right?”

“Did they give you clearance to land?”

Dylan wants to know, frowning at the ship’s struts, slowly sinking

into the earth. “Did you remember to cut the thrust when you

docked? Don’t tell me you went in my room—”

“I didn’t go in your room,” Parker

says, rolling his eyes. Winking at me, he jokes, “Your porno mags

are right where you left them, don’t worry. And that naked pic of

your boy—”

“You foundthat?” Dylan

asks.

“Hey!” I cry, indignant. “There better

not be any naked pictures of me in there.”

Dylan kisses my forehead. “Don’t worry,” he

kids, “I hid them all.” To Parker, he asks, “What coords did you

use? I thought they weren’t letting you down—”