Setting the rug carefully on the bottom step, Nancy looked up at him. "Fine. Yourself?"
"Not bad. Had a cold last week." Holman put his suitcase down next to the neatly rolled rug.
Nancy frowned. "You still don't eat enough greens. That's why."
Holman kissed her, his hands gentle on her back. "Well, here I am," he said.
"Well, come in and we'll talk." She stepped slowly away from him and went up into the ship.
Holman gathered up his suitcase and the rolled rug and followed her.
He looked in and all around the kitchen before he entered.
Nancy watched him over her shoulder while she got two china cups. She grinned at him as he stepped into the room.
"I left the rug and my grip in the hall," Holman said and sat down in a straight-backed chair. Stooping to retie his hiking shoes, he glanced under the table. "Made it from the settlement in under four hours. Of course, I took big steps."
"Would you like rum or whisky or something like that in your coffee?" Nancy asked, touching the handle of the coffee pot.