It had been brief—
But unforgettable.
He had been damned lucky to live through it. But it was his own fault for using substitutes.
A clerk hurried up to him. "Sorry to keep you waiting, sir. Can I help?"
"You can. I want passage to Algol, on the first ship leaving."
"Yes, sir. Round trip, sir?"
Garvey thought of the tall, glorious, black-haired, golden-skinned women he would find on Algol. Not substitutes this time, the real thing, with the all-important sense of judgment.
"One way," said Ralph Garvey, with a little smile of anticipation.