A Day in the Life of Marine Captain Cross before the Zoastra Affair Part Twenty Nine
“Rare loves survive distance and time. They thrived and found each other again. I love romance.”
What was with this talk? “Women generally do.” He’d go count the weapons for the eventual battle with whoever attacked his home.
She laughed. “And of course you don’t. You want easy sex without the rest of a relationship.”
Cross laughed right along with her. She refused to let go of this conversation. “Hell yes. Women are fickle, complicated, and dramatic. You caused a revolution on this planet, and you weren’t even here that long. Let’s get going before you and your kind cause more trouble.”
“As I said before, liar. We’ll find you a woman.”
“No.” Rosemarie and Grace didn’t need to involve themselves in his life.
The trouble with Rosemarie remained her strong convictions that she was always right. He’d have wanted much more with her if it wasn’t for that. Then, of course, there was her parentage. Men and women who drove to change the entire Earth, and succeed in reshaping long-standing human structures, were feared as revolutionaries and respected for their accomplishments. Men and women with that much foresight created the EarthSeekers .
Cross never knew his father to have feelings about him one way or the other. When his family died, leaving him with no one, he’d hadn’t called him when he swore in an officer in EarthSeekers. A mission and entity that was started to find aliens sounded like a good way to die.
The pilot landed the shuttle as planned, in the clearing. And the rescue mission headed back to the shuttle.