Hannah waved him into her shipboard cabin.
Jesse wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but a stone-faced Delta operator wasn’t it. He’d seen a hundred thoughts slide by behind those green eyes, but not a single hint of what she felt about any of them.
“Maybe I should just go.”
“Your choice,” she shrugged, then stepped past him.
But he saw an emotion that time. Fleeting, hard to pin down, but it might have been hurt. There was no way that any decent person could walk away from that. He stepped in, shut the door, and leaned back on it.
It was a narrow space. A bunk bed and tiny desk. Through a side door there was a small room all done in stainless steel: sink, toilet, and showerhead with a drain in the middle of the floor.
“Officer quarters. Very fancy. They must like you.”
She droppe
