around Jacquelyn as he came into the room. He grinned wickedly at her. “Well, you can always sleep in my room.”
“Dream on,” she snarled.
Haydrien chuckled. “Since Lear is here, you can fix dinner for him as well.”
Her mouth dropped open, and Haydrien had to look away to keep from laughing out loud.
“Dinner sounds great. I’m starving,” Lear said as he set a box on the table and pulled out a chair. The small piece of furniture creaked under his weight, and Haydrien half expected it to collapse, but it appeared to be holding up for the time being. “Have a seat, boss,” Lear said with a grin.
Haydrien winced and shook his head. He was bigger than Lear, so if the chair struggled with his first officer’s weight, it would collapse under his. “I think I’ll stand. Besides, I might have to take off after this one. She has an obvious desire to flee.”
“Where would you go, little one?” Lear asked her.
Jacquelyn ignored his question and walked to the replicator.
“Make something good, sub. Don’t order up some ridiculous concoction,” Haydrien said.
Jacquelyn’s shoulders slumped, and her fingers froze on the keyboard. Haydrien shared a grin with Lear before turning his attention back to his sub.
“Order something for yourself as well,” Haydrien commanded.
“I’m not hungry,” she replied.
“Eat anyway.”
She sighed and turned to face him. “Are you going to tell me when to go to the bathroom also?”
He frowned at her impertinence, but it did nothing to soften her scowl. “I might,” he growled.
Lear snickered. “I have a feeling the two of you are going to be immensely entertaining. You shouldn’t be so angry with him, little one. The subs usually love him.”
“Don’t count on me loving you.”
“You don’t have to love me, sweetheart. Just obey me,” Haydrien said firmly.
She grumbled under her breath as she turned to work the replicator. Several seconds later, she set a plate before Lear, then set one before Haydrien. What was on the plate smelled good but looked strange. Haydrien used the tip of his fork to lift something long, wide, and white.
“What is this?” he asked warily.
“It’s lasagna,” she replied.
Haydrien lifted his gaze to hers and frowned. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s food,” she snapped. “Stop being such a baby and try it.”
He and Lear shared a wary look. Lear shrugged and placed a forkful of the dish in his mouth. As he chewed, he smiled and nodded. “Not bad. What’s in it?”
Jacquelyn poked at the food on her plate and sighed. “Pasta, tomato sauce, meat, onions, cheese, spices.”
Haydrien took a bite as well and almost sighed at the unusual flavors that filled his mouth. This was good. “You should give the recipe to Gora when we get home,” he said around his mouthful.
She looked at him through her lashes, and anger pierced through the tiny slits like daggers. “ We are not going home. Meenose is not my home.” She dropped the fork onto the plate, where it clanged loudly. “I’m going to my room. If you want to punish me for that, then so be it.”
Haydrien swallowed and watched her stalk from the galley. He didn’t stop her this time. Instead, he just let her go. “You’ve locked out all the escape pod controls, right?” he asked Lear.
Lear nodded. “You just going to let her leave?”
Haydrien shrugged one shoulder and took another bite of food. “Where’s she going to go? We can track her by her life signs, so she can’t hide.”
“She could get a weapon.”
Haydrien sighed. Lear was right. When he went to her room later, he would have to approach her carefully. “If she kills me, then her crew dies. I don’t think she’s that stupid.”
“Do you believe the old man’s claim that she’s his daughter?”
Haydrien snorted. “No.”
“Who do you think she is, then?”
“I’m not sure. See if you can find something in the computer about the crew.”
“I already did,” Lear