They looked at each other across the room. Jim’s jaw worked, objections and arguments getting stalled at his tongue. He knew she was right, and he wanted her to be wrong. She saw him realize there was no way out.
“Fine,” he said. “When the others get back, let’s talk about doing some interviews. Taking a couple people on for a mission or two. If they shake down right, we can look at keeping them on permanently.”
“That sounds good,” Naomi said.
“It’s going to change the balance on the ship,” Holden said.
“Everything changes,” she said, putting her arms around him.
They ordered food from a fusion Indian restaurant, curry and genetically modified rice and textured fungal protein mostly indistinguishable from beef. For the rest of the evening, Holden tried to be cheerful, tried to hide his unease from her. It didn’t even start to work, but she appreciated the effort.
After dinner, they watched the entertainment feeds until the time came in the comfortable rhythm of their day that she turned off the screen and drew him back to the bed. Sex with Holden had started off as a thrilling thing, years ago when they were first seeing exactly how stupid a captain and an XO sleeping together would be. Now, it was richer and calmer and more playful. And more comforting.
After, lying on the big gel-form mattress with the sheets in ropes at the foot, Naomi’s mind wandered. She thought of the Roci and of Sam, of a book of poetry she’d read when she was a girl and a musical group one of the senior engineers had roped her into on the Canterbury. Her recollections had started taking on the surreal confusion of dreams when Jim’s voice brought her back almost to wakefulness.
“I don’t like having them gone.”
“Hmm?”
“Alex and Amos. I don’t like having them gone. If they get in trouble, we’ll be here. I can’t even just fire up the Roci and go get them.”
“They’ll be fine,” she said.
“I know. I sort of know.” He propped himself up on one elbow. “Are you really not worried?”
“A little maybe.”
“I mean, I know they’re grown-ups, but if something happened. If they didn’t come back…”
“It would be hard,” Naomi said. “We four have been what we rely on for a lot of years now.”
“Yeah,” Jim said. And then a moment later, “Do you know who this lady was Amos went back to check on?”
“No. I don’t.”
“You think she was his lover?”
“I don’t know,” Naomi said. “I got the feeling it was more of a surrogate mom thing.”
“Hmm. Maybe. I do
n’t know why I was thinking lover.” His voice had started taking on the fuzzy edges of sleep. “Hey, can I ask an inappropriate question?”
“If memory serves.”
“Why didn’t you and Amos ever get together? I mean back on the Cant.”
Naomi laughed, rolled over, put her arm across his chest. Even after shipping with him all this time, she liked the way his skin smelled. “Are you serious? Have you paid any attention at all to his sexuality?”
“I don’t think Amos and I are supposed to do that.”
“It’s not a place you want to be,” Naomi said.
“Hmm. Okay. I was just thinking, you know. How much he followed you around back on the Cant. And he’s never talked about leaving the Roci.”
“He’s not staying on the Roci for me,” Naomi said. “He’s staying for you.”
“Me?”