"And he--?"
"... Got excited, phoned for engineering to remove navigational sights
and suggested I join the staff at the base."
Grant coughed on the bread and hurriedly reached for his water. "He
wants you around?"
"Gratitude, I guess, in his own brassy way."
"And you'll stay?"
"If Washington O.K.'s it, and I'm coaxed."
"Then that simplifies the matter," he said and brought out the daintily
wrapped tiny gift box. "For you."
Her eyes warmed and smiled as she said, "That's the kind of coaxing a
woman wants."
Grant fumed, "Then you know what it is? Extrasensory perception or
something psychological?"
Their hands met across the table and lingered.
"Purely an emotional response," said Bridget.