Hope's Folly by Linnea Sinclair

Author:Linnea Sinclair [Sinclair, Linnea]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Science Fiction, Interplanetary voyages, General, Romance, Fantasy, Adventure, Fiction
ISBN: 9780553592184
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2009-02-24T00:00:00+00:00

Philip Guthrie, you are a galactic- class ass. That litany kept surfacing in Philip's mind as he listened to Con outline how he'd worked up a glitch that would temporarily take the bridge's navigational screens off line while he altered the Folly's course for the C-6 jump-gate. That would keep their actions secret and secure— for about four and a half minutes. But only on the bridge.

“I can't get the bridge's computers to accept the glitch program as long as the auxiliary bridge is on standby,” Con said. “Since the screens are mirrored to us, it will show nav's controls working off my station. And they shouldn't be.”

You are really, really a galactic- class ass. You lost Chaz because every time she breached your emotional wall, you shut down. It was always business, always duty—

“No one should be in auxiliary,” Philip replied.

“Unless he's an Imperial or Farosian agent, which is exactly where he'd be if he got wind this ship's on the move. And he or she would know we're not heading to a new berth.”

Philip—the galactic- class ass—had no argument for that. Nor could he forgot the hurt that flared in Rya's eyes when he made his brusque apology for wanting to kiss her so badly he was barely able to think straight. He had no idea how he was able to deflect Con's suspicion about what was going on—or was about to go on. From some of the glances his officer had leveled at him since coming into the office, Philip wasn't fully sure he had. “Deck Five's a long way down with the lifts inoperative. To be safe, include it in the blast- door tests. Lock the auxiliary bridge in.”

“You're locking Sparks in too if you do that.”

Damn, damn! Philip pursed his lips and fought the urge to massage the growing ache between his eyes.

“The only thing I can do,” Con continued, “is take the auxiliary bridge completely off line, but that will put us in a world of hurt if we lose the main bridge. We'd have to get someone down there to physically bring systems back up. But I can't control the nav screens any other way.”

Philip glanced at the time stamp on his deskscreen. Less than ten minutes until Delainey shut off power to the ship's docking clamps. “Do it. I'll take responsibility if things go wrong.”

“Aye, sir.” Con rose, glanced over his shoulder as if to turn for the door, then stopped. “One more thing, sir. Lieutenant Bennton.”

Rya. Con had seen or heard something or just had known Philip long enough to recognize when his CO was rattled. And rattled Philip was, not only by his reaction to Rya but by what had caught him fully off guard—her response to him. She'd leaned into his touch, every inch of her pressing against him, sending a message that he didn't have the strength to say no to, that he didn't want to say no to. She's Cory's daughter warred in his mind with but she's also a grown woman.

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