The surrogate was unbelievably beautiful—
And more dangerous than a cobra, Garvey reminded himself reluctantly.
"Well there," Garvey said, gazing up at her, "as you can see, a mistake has been made."
The surrogate stared at him with eyes of deepest gray.
"Yes ma'am," Garvey said, with a nervous little laugh, "it's really a ridiculous error. You, my dear, are an Algolian. I am an Earthman. We have nothing in common. Understand?"
Her red mouth began to quiver.
"Let me explain," Garvey went on. "You and I are from different races. That's not to say I consider you ugly. Quite the contrary! But unfortunately, there can never be anything between us, miss."
She looked at him uncomprehendingly.
"Never," Garvey repeated. He looked at the shattered packing case. "You don't know your own strength. You'd probably kill me inadvertently. And we wouldn't want that, would we?"
The surrogate murmured something deep in her beautiful throat.