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    He was steady, nice, and was likely never to be blown up in an explosion. And she found him completely wonderful, in a big-brother-she-never-had kind of way.
    Years ago, he’d suggested they try to date, and she’d politely turned him down. Not because she thought she was such a great catch or because she was too good for a man like Kyle. Just the opposite, in fact. When it came down to it, Wendy was nothing more than an adult orphan who worked as a glorified personal assistant to a Superhero.
    In reality, she’d watched one disastrous relationship after another happen to other people. She’d learned that you had to have some kind of physical attraction to the other person if you wanted even a fighting chance at success. With Kyle, there was …
    nothing.
    When she’d arrived at the soup kitchen, she’d tried explaining to Kyle that she needed to go home. Clearly, she was in no condition to help. Except, then it had become painfully obvious with the rain—which was much worse on the Lower East Side of Manhattan than it had been in Pennsylvania—they were incredibly short staffed and would have to cancel the entire thing if she didn’t stay. Kyle had assured her all she’d have to do was, literally, spoon the soup into the bowls.
    Deciding she could handle such a simple task, she’d persevered and agreed to stay.
    Only, that’s not what had ended up happening. The bread had not been placed in the oven. She’d handled that with very little effort—right after she’d broken up the scuffle occurring outside as the starved people waited anxiously for a warm meal.

    Now, she sweated over the food, watching the clock. Not exactly an embodiment of Space Adventures’ principals. Patience was the ultimate virtue expressed on the show, followed immediately by taking care of your fellow shipmates, or in this case, the homeless she’d volunteered to feed. There was no backing out.
    Clearing her dry throat, which she wouldn’t be able to refresh for some time yet, she looked at the back of Kyle’s head as he placed some mashed potatoes on a plate.
    “Let me ask you a question.”
    He nodded. “Sure.”
    “Do you believe in aliens?”
    “I do.” Kyle picked up another plate and scooped mashed potatoes onto it before handing it to a homeless Veteran.
    “Do you think everyone in the club believes in them?” She’d been dwelling on this subject since their now-deceased, floral-loving client, who’d looked at Wendy like she had two heads for wearing the costume, admitted she believed in them.
    “Believing in aliens is not a prerequisite for joining, but if I had to wager a guess, I’d say most of us probably do believe.” He raised a brown eyebrow as he looked at her.
    “Do you believe?”
    “I’d like to believe.” That was the absolute truth. “I’d like to think somewhere out there in the universe is a place where people take care of each other; where their goals are not just about personal gain but for the betterment of all peoples, where they’re one giant family.”
    She spooned some soup into a bowl and glanced at the clock again. Only two minutes had passed since she’d last looked. She sighed.
    “Where there would be no such thing as an orphan because if a child’s parents both died, someone from their crew would step up to raise him or her?” Kyle had stopped serving altogether as he delivered his question, which earned him rude glares from the next person on line.
    She hadn’t known she was so transparent, or maybe it was because she knew Kyle so well. Smiling, she spooned out more soup and indicated for Kyle to keep going.

    “I guess I’m pretty transparent.”
    “I think you’re pretty amazing.” Kyle smiled apologetically at the man who’d had to wait. “Now, I want to ask you a question.”
    She nodded. “Shoot.”
    “What the hell are you doing still working for Draco?”
    “What?” She realized she sounded incredulous, but she hadn’t anticipated his question, at