Page 19 of Fire on the Moon

He laid the suitcase on a luggage stand, pulled out his laptop, and walked to the desk across from the beds.

“I have to get some information.”

“How?”

“I’m starting with my office. They may have something for me.”

She gave him a long look. “I’ll let you work.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

She turned away and reached for the TV remote. He heard her turn on the set as he booted up the computer. When he gave her a quick glance, she had kicked off her sandals and piled up the pillows on one of the beds.

Thank God she was going to ignore him for the moment, he thought as he waited for his e-mail to come up.