“Doesn’t ever talk that much at one time, does he?” Donya asked.
They all shook their heads in unison.
“I appreciate the compliment,” Donya slipped together a few more facts she’d “acquired” in the past, “Colonel Gibson.”
He nodded, confirming her guess.
She had hoped to find some small way to fight back, to help her people and her country. This was an opportunity beyond imagining.
9
Lee sat in the middle of Lieutenant Commander Boyd Ramis’ office and tried to understand what had just happened.
They were alone. Everyone had left except he and Donya. Holding hands on a leather couch on a retired ship that had found a whole new purpose after forty years at sea.
“I—” he clamped down on his tongue. He barely knew her, yet he could imitate her speech patterns as if they came from the sa
