Edward (BBW Western Bear Shifter Romance) (Rodeo Bears Book 1) (33 page)

Delphine cleared her throat. “Is everyone else ready to go?”

“Ah. Yes. Leo’s taking first shift in the cockpit and everything is taken care of that we came here to take care of,” Rick answered. He gestured broadly towards the ramp. “Please, come in.”

Hiking her bag up on her shoulder, Thalia followed them into the ship, anticipation stirring in her gut.

“So what was up with the pants noose Hyde was rocking?” Zosha asked as they walked.

“Thalia convinced a guard he was her service dog named Huckleberry,” Delphine said placidly.

Rick made a choking noise and Zosha gave a bark of surprised laughter. “Why Huckleberry?” she asked.

“Because, you know, bears,” Thalia said. “Bears make me think about, like, huckleberries and moonshine and growing your own tomatoes.”

“Alright then,” Rick said, still clearly amused. “We’re heading to the kitchen now, you’ll meet everyone and then we’ll take the absolute piss out of Hyde and decide what we want to do next.”

“Why…?” Thalia started.

Rick show her a small smile. “We’ve somehow gained a knack for acquiring women in need of assistance, and Hyde has a habit of arguing that we shouldn’t help them—”

“—or that we should shove them out the airlock—” Zosha cut in.

“—or that, so the fact that he showed up with you is somewhat ironic to the rest of us,” Rick explained.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure he brought me specifically to throw me out the airlock,” Thalia told him, “so his streak hasn’t really been broken.”

“Don’t care, still mocking,” Zosha said.

“I think Custer feels similarly,” Delphine said quietly. “He was somewhat pleased to hear that you had contacted Rick on Hyde’s behalf.”

Custer had been the easiest to find information on for reason that Thalia wasn’t sure she could discuss in the company of small children, the easily nauseated, or the devout. Half of her never wanted to meet him; the other half thought he might be the most interesting man alive simply because no one seemed to be able to predict him.

“Is that why you’re all being so nice about me needing your help?” Thalia asked, genuinely curious. She admittedly hadn’t spent much time with smugglers before but she was under the impression they were usually less altruistic than this.

“Yup,” Zosha said cheerfully. “It’s not like they don’t have experience with this kind of thing and the opportunity to mock Hyde forever makes up for any possible setbacks.”

“You and Hyde don’t get on, I take it,” Thalia ventured.

“Oh, we get on fine
now
, which is good because we both work the communications array, but he wanted to space me after the crew realized I was hiding onboard to get out of a sticky situation. Apparently he wasn’t too fond of Annie at first, either—you’ll understand why that’s strange when you meet her—or Delphine, although to be fair most of us weren’t crazy about Delphine when we first met her on account of the fact that she was trying to kill us. Oh, we’re here.”

The kitchen was cute, a lot more lived in than the ones on some of the ships she’d taken before without looking disgusting. There was a table in the middle that had five matching chairs and three chairs of different designs all pushed in a tight circle. In one chair was a pale blond who lit up when he saw them enter.

“My, my, I almost didn’t believe it,” said the man who could only be Custer delightedly. “Our widdle Hyde, breaking the rules.”

“We have rules?” Zosha asked, all wide eyes and guile.

“Actually yes, but no one ever follows them. It’s a pity, they got written up and we had to sign them and everything,” Rick said.

Zosha blinked. “Really?”

“Yup,” Custer said, nodding. “Number five was to keep cussing to a minimum. Number eight was no unnecessary risks. You understand why we didn’t listen.”

“Should I be concerned for my life?” Thalia asked.

“I mean, I’m still alive and I’ve been reliably informed that I’m a lightning rod of catastrophe, so…” Zosha shrugged.

Thalia was intrigued. “’Lightening rod of catastrophe?’”

“Apparently ‘danger magnet’ wasn’t a strong enough term,” she explained. “Which I don’t think is fair, necessarily, because we have Annie and she…” Her voice trailed off and Rick coughed pointedly.

Thalia raised an eyebrow. Did these people really think she hadn’t done her research? “The thing with Strathmore, right?” she asked.

The others didn’t freeze, but Zosha and Rick did stiffen slightly and Delphine managed to convey the threat of immediate death without moving a muscle.

“Do you know,” Custer asked almost conversationally, “that I am almost positive that that’s not public information?”

“I mean, he sent out wedding invitations,” Thalia said. “I called one diplomat posing as another diplomat’s secretary and asked if he’d be in attendance and if he knew anything about the bride-to-be that would help my ‘employer’ plan a gift that wouldn’t get him murdered. I followed the story after she ran. It’s actually how I found out about Hyde.”

“Oh, good,” Hyde said behind her. “You stalking me is just a side effect of you stalking my captain’s wife.”

Thalia turned and smiled at him. “Aw, don’t worry. One day someone will stalk you for you.”

Hyde snorted and sat down.

“So,” Custer said with a smile that had to be painful, “are you going to advocate for tossing this one out of airlock as well? Did you get bored with the lull in young women to threaten?”

“Custer,” Hyde sighed, “the only thing stopping me from killing you is…” he trailed off and cocked his head, eye squinting as though deep in thought.

“The value of community and advantages of steady teamwork?” Rick asked.

“A sense of fire-forged camaraderie?” Zosha chipped in.

“The fact that I would hate to do an extra laundry load to get your blood out of my clothing if you did?” Delphine asked quietly, a small smile on her face. Thalia decided she was both terrified and a little in love with her.

“Probably one of those,” Hyde grunted. “Where’s the captain and the others?”

“Leo’s not coming,” said an auburn-haired women followed by a short, tan-skinned man with close cropped black hair. “He declines the opportunity to go through this decision making process again when, and I quote, ‘we all know what’s going to happen, just tell Hyde to borrow a condom from someone because God knows he doesn’t have any of his own.’”

Zosha gave a delighted bark of laughter as Hyde rolled his eyes. Thalia wasn’t exactly sure how to react, but she was pretty sure her ears had just turned red.

“Please,” the woman said, gesturing at the table, “have a seat.”
 

Everyone took a moment to sit down, Zosha leaning into Rick, Delphine slipping quietly into the seat next to Custer, Hyde plopping down next, leaving the only seat available to Thalia between Zosha and Hyde. She settled into it, a bit afraid to lean too far in either direction. It would seem that while she could get through the somewhat homicidal happenings of the past few hours no worse for the wear, social anxiety could still make a dent in her.

“So,” the redhead woman said, “I think you should probably start at the beginning.”

Thalia cleared her throat. “You’re Annie, right? Right. So, there was this journalism grant, right? And the prize was a grant, and so I decided to try it out. My article was originally on incarceration rates in my home town, but about two weeks before the deadline, Captain Strathmore starts sending out wedding invites and it’s like, whoa, that’ll work. Like I told the others, I pretended to be the secretary of a diplomat to find more stuff out about you and Strathmore. Only a week later, Strathmore and the
Appomattox
are on the move and I haven’t completed the article. I submitted the first article I wrote and won, obviously, but I still wanted to know what had
happened
, so I used a little elbow grease and dug up the bounty that was on you and figured out what had happened—or at least, I think I have. It doesn’t matter much right now anyways. The point is, I looked into everyone registered to the
Breakwater
and came across Hyde being framed for murder on Serkot and figured I have this grant, I might as well use it for something good. So I sort of stalked you all and I maybe didn’t cover my tracks well enough because I’m here but so are some of Tillman’s lackeys.”

“And how did the lackeys know to follow you here?” Annie asked.

“I…” Thalia began, rubbing a hand over her face. “I asked some questions. About where Tillman’s support came from, about his policies since he was elected to office, that sort of a thing. I wasn’t as subtle as I apparently should have been, and I’m no tech savant, so in hindsight it’s not surprising that they managed to follow me.”

“About that,” the short man on the other side of Hyde said, leaning forward to stare placidly at Thalia. “If you’re not good with tech, how did you find us?”

“I am perfectly decent with technology,” Thalia retorted, “I’m just not amazing with it. And I just called around acting like I needed to hire you.”

“So, ninety percent of what you do is calling people pretending to be someone you’re not and hoping for the best,” Rick clarified.

Thalia thought about it for a second, then shrugged and nodded. “That’s fair.”

“I have to ask,” Annie said. “If Hyde’s been running from these assholes for the better part of a decade, what makes you think publishing an article will help?”

“I don’t plan to publish it in Serkot,” Thalia explained. “Serkot is one of three major powers controlling that system. The other two are Antrecore IV and Rajan. I figure, with my grant and my award, I can convince some of the better news stations to run my article. Framing Hyde only worked because Serkot already had an anti-shifter bent and people didn’t want to look too closely. Even with the excuse that it’s been seven years the evidence doesn’t hold up. I’m hoping if I can give one or both of the other two powers a reason to launch an internal investigation, they’ll be able to at least unseat Tillman.”

“And they’ll definitely launch the investigation if they have the cause to do so,” Zosha said. “Serkot’s been steadily increasing the fine trade ships have to pay to dock there over the last five years, which is disrupting trade flow.”

“And Antrecore IV’s main source of money, not to mention political sway, comes from the export of neulithium crystals,” Delphine added.

Zosha nodded. “They’ve been trying to get an exemption, but Serkot hasn’t granted it. Even if Rajan stays out of it, Antrecore IV would get involved just for the chance to get rid of the fine.”

“Exactly,” Thalia said.
 

“And you need me for all of this,” Hyde said, resigned. “I guess I’m in, as long as I don’t have to go back.”

“Hyde,” Custer said very, very seriously, “if that’s because you actually did kill that man, then you know we’d help you cover it up.”

“I didn’t kill anyone, you half-brained shitlark,” Hyde said, irritation clear in his voice.

Thalia blinked. “You’ve killed, like, five people in the two hours I’ve known you.”

“I didn’t kill the specific man they’re saying I killed seven years ago,” Hyde ground out, glaring. Thalia put her hands up in surrender.

“So are we going to vote on what to do with her, or…?” Rick asked.

“Of course we’re not putting it to a vote, we’re going to help her out and then she’s going to stay with us forever and probably end up sleeping with Hyde,” Zosha said, rolling her eyes. “That’s just what
happens
to us.”

“I… am on board with this plan,” Thalia said.

Hyde smirked. “I’m flattered. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, considering you stalked me halfway across the galaxy.”

“Oh, I’d sell you to a Miclorian Inquisition squad for a half-eaten bag of chips,” Thalia said, which was a filthy lie because she’d been half in love with him by the time she’d finished her investigations on Serkot, “but you’re very pretty.”

Rick coughed. “Okay, so, this was funny at first, but now I realize that there is no context in which I want to see Hyde flirting.”

“And I’d respect that, except you and Zosha can’t seem to manage to keep quiet. Or engage noise mufflers,” Hyde drawled. The short man next to him snorted and Delphine looked incredibly wooden. Apparently, smuggler ships had the same issues Thalia’s dorm freshman year had.

“If we could get back to what we came here to talk about,” Annie said calmly. The room immediately quieted and refocused on her. “Zosha’s right. Hyde, you brought her, she bunks with you. Get her settled in, then have her talk to Rick about seeing if she can do some work for us while she’s here. Zosha, talk to your friend, see if he’s got anything that’ll help us. Delphine, you’re staying with her if she’s not already staying with someone else.”

“I hate to ask,” Thalia said, “but about the people after me…”

Custer laughed. It sounded surprisingly genuine. “What, those discount thugs Tillman’s sending after you? Please. After the shit we’ve already gone through, that’s child’s play.”

“But we still can’t afford to be complacent about them,” Annie said with a pointed stare in his direction. “They don’t need to be good, just lucky. Any other questions?”

“No. Wait. Actually,” Thalia said, “and I know this is a long shot, but can I interview some of you?”