Cartwell pursed his lips. “That was a rough break, but unavoidable. We can cover up by saying that he was searching the wooded area with the rescue squads and apparently became lost. After searching and finding nothing, we can let the people draw their own conclusions.”
“Risky,” Lors told him.
“It’ll work, unless you have a better idea.”
Lors shook his head. “You can handle things down here, Cartwell. I have my own problems up there.” He pointed at the ceiling to indicate the starship. “And I’d better get Danson’s uniform off and move.”
Beth caught has arm. “Let him keep it, Lors. It won’t get into the wrong hands. I promise.”
Lors looked at Cartwell, who nodded. “Let them have it,” he said. “They’re on our side anyhow.”
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“All right.” He paused. “I’ll be going...”
Beth linked her arm in his. “I’d like to walk to the ship with you.”
“I’d like that.”
He grinned at Cartwell and led her outside into the afternoon sunlight. They didn’t speak until they reached the small clearing where the scout ship waited for them. Then Beth pulled his head down and kissed him.