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    and the next, he seemed like a totally different person.

    “Yes. I remember,” Tyler, muttered reluctantly. “But I could nick something that would
    bring us more than we could ever have imagined. I know of just the relic....” Eleanor opened her
    doors, and Tyler reached in for Veronica.

    “Tyler, don’t even think about it. No way are you going to get into that cat burglar get up
    of yours again. I don’t care how shiny that object you spotted was. No way…no how, end of
    story. Where’s Dylan?” Samantha asked, darting her eyes around the docking bay for her
    brother-in-law.

    “He’s down in engineering, breaking the news to Ross.”

    “I think Ross is on his way,” Samantha muttered. She could hear something pounding
    toward her, which sounded remarkably like a herd of hippos. The ground rumbled beneath her
    feet.

    “ BETSY!!! ” Ross cried, the agony steaming across his face. “I’ll take Betsy to the med
    bay.” Ross went running back through the ship with his wife cradled tenderly in his arms.

    “How do we break it to him that we can’t bring Veronica out of her coma without finding
    the really expensive antidote?” Johanna asked.

    “Hey, Eleanor , I almost forgot, what is this frigging expensive antidote called?”
    Samantha could feel her stomach plummeting at the thought of the mega expensive price tag.

    “It is called Alorian the fruit of all life on New San Francisco. But humans simply call it
    Alo. Not only is it an antidote, but if used improperly, it can become a narcotic.”

    “Freaking wonderful! Just what we bloody well need,” Samantha sighed. And then she
    let out a loud and long groan when Dylan’s voice boomed out over the speakers.

    “We have an incoming distress call.”

    “Who’s it from?” Samantha questioned.

    “I can’t stick around and with my thumb in my bum and my mind in neutral. I have to go
    and attend to Veronica.” Johanna rushed away, allowing Samantha to try and digest the night’s
    activities. This was definitely a night to remember.

    Samantha nodded her head, and smiled at Tyler, when he came around to wrap one arm
    around her. She brushed some dust off of her black leather trench coat, and inconspicuously
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    shrugged off Tyler’s arm. She couldn’t stand having him touch her at the moment.

    “Keep us updated on Veronica’s condition,” she called out to Johanna’s retreating form.

    “You got it,” Johanna called back.

    “Come on. We’d best hightail it up to the bridge. Tyler, as soon as we get up there, you
    can take us off this godforsaken planet as quickly as possible. As far as I’m concerned New
    Jamaica can go to rot.”

    “It will be my pleasure, love,” he said, smiling down at her, with that oh so sexy smile.

    “What’s the matter with you?” she asked. She didn’t like the way he was looking at her.

    “I was just thinking when I saw Veronica I was so happy it wasn’t you that had been
    poisoned. And I feel so awful for having such a singularly selfish thought.”

    Samantha didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t given her this much concern in six long
    months and her stomach rolled with the suspicions blanketing her mind. She couldn’t get like
    this, she hated hearing about the wives were always suspected their husbands of doing something
    nefarious. Tyler had never been like that, even during their separation she’d known he’d still
    loved her but now—her throat went dry. She shook her head. “Don’t worry about me, Tyler. I
    always make it out alive.”

    He stared at her with a look that almost seared right through her. “That you do,” he
    mused, forcing a smile on his face and narrowing his gaze at her. She looked away from him.
    Why did she feel like she was staring at a stranger? Snap out of it, Samantha. You’re getting a
    little too obsessive compulsive about this, there is nothing wrong with Tyler, and he’s your
    husband no matter how you