It hadn’t been a pleasant conversation. Hardened as he was from years in his profession, he was irritated at the level of venom he’d sensed over his refusal. His annoyance made him more thorough about the methodical destruction of the phone. The largest piece when he was done could have been hidden under a dime. He had turned down the contract on Davros Gianikopolis, citing both other work and a conflict of interest. He didn’t go into details, wouldn’t. No questions had been asked. Frowning, he pondered the repercussions. “My love,” Caroline said, gliding into the brightly lit room, her robe a lush flow of rose silk over her skin. “Come to bed.” She came up behind his chair and automatically began to massage his shoulders, easing the tension there with her touch alone. He turned his face to kiss the hand that eased him so. “I made the call,” he said, knowing she would understand. “I see.” Her hands never stilled, though he felt the brief hesitation, understood it.
