"
With a snort of soft laughter, Cade said, "Sorry, but nothing's happened,
ma'am. That wasn't a pass."
Looking at him somewhat sharply, Mandi asked, "If it wasn't a pass, what was
it?"
"At most, a compliment. Ready to move on?"
Glancing around, Mandi said, "I guess so."
They were less than halfway down the aisle before she asked, "Are you sure
it wasn't a pass?"
"Yeah, I'm sure," said Cade, reaching for a book past a tall woman in
Klingon garb who was studying a figurine display.
Possibly because he'd spoken, she chose just that moment to turn and her
rather massive, plastic-armored left breast collided with the side of Cade's
face with an audible 'thunk'.
Apparently assuming no responsibility whatsoever for the collision, she
stiffened and straightened, glaring at Cade. Mandi snickered, but otherwise kept
silent.
"You wanna watch where you stick your goddamned nose?" bellowed the Klingon
woman, sounding as if she might actually be from Brooklyn.
"You wanna watch where you point those things?" returned Cade. "They're
dangerous."
A large hand clapped solidly onto Cade's shoulder and clamped down.
Pages:
94
95
96
97
98
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117
118