Ellington suggests a tour of the colony—he
seems more at ease around us now that we’ve talked, even though we
just skirted around the whole issue of Dylan and me together. As we
follow Ellington down the corridor to the med labs, I hang back
behind the others and catch Dylan’s elbow, pull him back with me.
“He’s basically saying he doesn’t want us to get freaky while we’re
here,” I whisper, watching the others in front of us, Ellington and
Henry and Parker. “Because of the bleed—”
“We don’t have it,” Dylan mutters. A
slight pout pulls at his lips and I know he was hoping for some
downtime alone tonight, it’s in his sigh. “This isn’t a good idea,
baby. Let’s go back to the ship, okay? Just tell Dixon we checked
it out and there’s nothing to see.”
I laugh. “You just want some lo
