"Mr. Turnball," I said, "may I speak privately with you for a moment?" Turnball was Jerome's name for the interviews. We stepped outside onto a deck o...erlooking a lush arroyo saturated with mountain plants, shrubs and trees I couldn't name. I knew the names of desert plants but was sorely lacking when it came to the flora of the Rocky Mountains.Jerome gave me an inquiring look."You need to ask a few questions beyond those you asked the other women, mostly to stretch out the time we'll spend. Or who knows maybe we can do more than that. I quickly tried to find my calm center as I swung the door open for her. I looked at her, “What’s up?” She smiled at me, “I’m spending the night.” I laughed tried to play cool about the situation. “I thought you were kidding about spending the night.” I watched her pretend to pout but the sly smirk on her face didn’t help her sell the bit. “Well I can go back home if you like.” I opened the door wider and stepped aside, “Nonsense. Come in.” I watched. The lift doors opened up on the bridge, and Bren found himself staring at his first officer, who had her fingers on the collar of her uniform, hovering over the comm button."She's cut off reception." Miller reported faintly, and Bren nodded."Link all channels to my ready room. I'll monitor from there." He strode past her and slammed the door of his ready room closed behind him, dropping down into a chair still wearing shorts and a shirt from his time on the health deck.Reports started coming. " I was pining, but I was not celibate. If you had been in Wisconsin, you would have gotten your wish. Sorry." He walked away with a grin."I HATE YOU!" She shouted after him, laughing.The practices were fine. A little ragged, but Warren and Sophia felt that they could pull it together for competition.The compulsory dances were held on Tuesday. Warren and Sophia had spent a lot of time on their original dance, redoing it, and on fine-tuning the Sinatra free dance. The compulsories had been a bit.