A small smile started at the corners of his mouth. "And that next conversation should be rewarding. We have so much still to cover..."
V.SHOWERED (I BELIEVE the phrase is) and dutifully clean, I dressed and walked back into the main room (called the "living area") barefoot on the soft, deep carpeting. I was wearing a matching gray set of yoga pants, a crop top, and a comfortable cotton fleece top called a "sweatshirt" (probably due to its absorptive properties.) I had not a single weapon on me, even having removed my fingernail add-ons. Because I needed to earn Peter's trust to get him to tell me what I had to know.
Peter rose from the center of the couch set as I entered, another courtesy from a long-lost time. I crossed in front of him to sit in the corner farthest from the door. A pos
