The Price of Discovery

by Leslie Dicken

  Her voice trembled. “Do-do you have a condom?”

  Chapter Six

  Condom. A thin protective sheath to prevent venereal infection and/or conception. There were no venereal infections on Elliac and females could control their conception.

  Drakor grimaced and sat on his porch step, staring at the fading sun. The thought of using something like that disgusted him. It was unnatural. Like so many other customs on Earth.

  But it wasn’t necessarily the lack of having a condom that had been his downfall with Erin, it was that he didn’t know at the time what it was. She kept prodding him to see if he told the truth. When she finally believed that he in fact had no idea, she pushed him off. Although desire and disappointment lingered in her gaze.

  Of course, it was impossible to sleep afterward. His body throbbing in pain, he could do little but squeeze the pillow. Alternating surges of hot need and agony swept through him and it took every measure of control he had not to storm into her room and take her as she lay sleeping. Though she’d have awoken before long.

  An insect buzzed by his ear. He waved it away as the door creaked open behind him.

  “I have a job for you, Drakor.”

  He looked up at his father. “Go on.”

  “Test the shuttlecraft. It has been idle for too long and I want to make sure it is in working condition.”

  Mother and Sitora stepped outside.

  “Where are you three going?”

  “We are taking Sitora into town for a short trip.”

  Drakor stood and looked around. “It is late in the day already and we have no Earth vehicle. Do not tell me you mean to Transfer.”

  Father picked Sitora up into his arms. “I have read about something called a ‘taxi’. We will walk down to the main road and then look for one there.”

  As foolish as that sounded, it was better than using Elliac’s mode of transportation. They only needed to put in a specific code into their Transmitters and then they would be transported to the new coordinates.

  His father wiped the sheen from his forehead. “While we are gone take Brundor with you into the craft, show him what to do. He needs to learn.”

  His brother needed to learn a lot, but his pride and stubbornness stood in the way. “Yes, fine, but Greg should be returning with Ankra soon. What if he sees it?”

  “Then you must be on the lookout. The invisibility shield will activate in less than a second, as long as the craft is in working order.” He tugged on Mother’s arm. “Let’s go.”

  Drakor watched them walk down the dirt road until they were out of sight. Then he went in to get Brundor and some tools.

  “So you spent the night at her house,” Brundor said as they went out the back door.

  “Yes.” Drakor entered a code in his mini crystal screen and the shuttlecraft appeared before them.

  “Well? Tell me. How did it go? What was she like?”

  Drakor ignored him and keyed in another code to open the hatch. It creaked open and dropped to the ground.

  “You were there all night. Something must have happened.”

  Drakor climbed onto the ramp and started up into the interior. The only light was from the sun filtering in through the thick windows.

  Brundor was at his heels. “You have to answer something.” He jumped out in front and blocked the hallway. “Can I have her next?”

  Drakor grabbed a hold of his brother’s collar and slammed him up against a shiny console. An unfamiliar anger and protectiveness tightened his muscles. “Don’t ever touch her.”

  Brundor eyes widened and then blinked at him curiously. “You act like she’s your Mharai. No other female ever made you act this way.”

  Drakor growled. He wasn’t going to believe that and he wasn’t going to let anyone else believe it either.

  “No, of course, she isn’t. I just want you to stay clear of her.” He let him go and made his way up to the front. He glanced around to make sure all was in place then slid into the pilot’s seat.

  “I won’t touch her, but I will find someone else. I can’t take this the way you can.”

  “Sit down, Brundor. You can handle it if you give yourself the chance.”

  His brother dropped into the co-pilot’s chair and scrutinized all of the knobs and buttons in front of him. “That’s easy for you say,” he muttered, running his fingers along the silver metal. “You have your own female now that you can use whenever you want.”

  Drakor felt his face heating again. But he said nothing. The control he’d learned at his Crossing did more than help with sexual urges. Although they didn’t work for that when Erin was around. No. Around her he was blazing heat like Elliac’s sun. And harder than any crystal he’d ever found.

  He wasn’t quite even sure when or if he would see her again. She said almost nothing to him the entire morning, other than to offer him breakfast. He politely refused, watched her eat a toasted slice of bread, and then they left her home. Erin never even got out of her vehicle when they got here, she just drove away.

  He should be ecstatic. Maybe he’d driven her out of their lives for good. He wouldn’t have to worry about her investigating them. But instead emptiness burrowed into his gut.

  “What are these for?”

  Drakor glanced over at the buttons Brundor was itching to touch. “Lights. Exterior, interior, landing, spot, outer illumination. Go on and try them one at a time.” He stood. “I’ll go outside and make certain they’re coming on.”

  Drakor leaped off the hatch and circled the craft. “Go on,” he called. “Hit the buttons from left to right. One at a time. Wait for an okay from me.”

  Brundor hit the first button and the landing lights blinked on below, shining on the dry grass and clover with enough force to burn the edges.

  “Good,” he yelled. “Turn it off. Next one.”

  The spotlight in front flashed on and an enormous white circle landed on the rear of the house. So far, all systems go.

  “Good, try the next one.”

  A row of lights blinked along the bottom half of the craft. Drakor walked the perimeter of silver vehicle, checking each light individually. He could barely see if these were on. He’d need true darkness to gauge their functionality.

  He came around full circle and opened his mouth to call to Brundor, but a noise caught his attention. Drakor could hear a vehicle’s engine and it wasn’t the shuttlecraft.

  “Brundor! Get out!”

  “We just started. There are three more buttons to go.”

  “Get out! A vehicle is heading our way. The shuttlecraft is in full view.”

  The engine rumble grew louder and Drakor’s heart slammed inside his ribcage. “I’ve got to make it invisible! You need to get out.”

  “What’s the code? Let me do it,” his brother called from somewhere inside the cockpit.

  In the next instant, he hadn’t a choice. Greg’s truck came into view, kicking up the usual dust and dirt. Drakor fumbled for the crystal screen, entered the code and backed away from the craft. A second later, it vanished.

  With Brundor still inside.

  Erin swallowed the last of her lousy and very cold coffee. She watched Rita smile, chew her gum, and flirt her way into Rockford’s good graces. It didn’t matter that the door to his glass enclosed office was shut. Body language told its own story.

  Her boss opened his door and ushered Rita out. They laughed with an ease that made Erin nervous. She bit her lip and resisted the urge to sprint to the bathroom.

  “Ms. Price,” Rockford turned to her, “your turn.”

  Erin swallowed, grabbed her spiral notebook and followed him in inside. He sat in behind his desk, the brown pleather chair squeaking loudly under his weight. She pushed the door closed and edged toward the open seat.

  “Go on, sit down.”

  She carefully lowered herself to the seat. Meetings like this always made her nervous. Especially when Rita went before her. How could she compare with her? Rockford knew Erin’
s history and had given her the chance, but she could always see the doubt lurking in his gaze.

  “Well, what have you got for me?” he asked in his raspy, over-smoked voice.

  “Sir?”

  “A story, Ms. Price. Do you not have the start of a story?”

  “Uh…” She glanced down at her notes, which were basically just a listing of the odd things she could gather from Drakor, Ankra and the house. It didn’t amount to much of a story right now. And so far she had nothing really to connect them to her strange John Doe.

  He coughed and then cleared his throat. She glanced up at his red, beefy face. His small eyes stared at her. “Ms. Dixon informed me that she told you of my plans for next month.”

  Erin nodded. “Yes, she said something to me about it.”

  “So you know that one of you will have not only the front page, but also a full spread if your story makes the grade.”

  She nodded again. “What about the one who doesn’t make it?”

  Rockford shifted his chair and reached for today’s paper. He held it up to her. “I don’t need two big egos around here.” He flipped through to one of the back sections. “But I have an opening for a fact checker.”

  The blood hummed in Erin’s ears and her throat tightened. She would not go backwards. Evan already did enough damage to her career, she wasn’t about to let Rita send her tumbling downhill again.

  “Am I making myself clear, Ms. Price?”

  “I understand, sir. What is the deadline?”

  “I want to see a rough draft in three weeks.”

  “Three weeks?” She scanned her meager list. There wasn’t enough here right now to caption a photograph. Maybe she should find another story? Maybe there really wasn’t anything unusual about Drakor. And yet, she could not forget the odd manner in which he shielded her from his house and family. Or the fact that he lived in the same spot her John Doe had once lived. Hell, the man had absolutely no idea what a condom was.

  She would have to talk to Greg about his night with Ankra. And she would have to go back to that vibrant Victorian house at the end of a dirt road. If she could just find a way to do some serious snooping.

  “Ms. Price?” Rockford pushed himself up from his chair and looked across his desk to her lap. “Care you tell me what you have in mind?”

  She tilted the sheet toward her chest. “Do I have to?”

  He sighed. “Do you have something there? Are you working on an idea?”

  “Yes. I still have a lot of work to do, that’s all.”

  “Two Mondays from today I want an outline or a rough draft of what you are working on.” He pointed behind her out the glass door. “Your competition has already begun her investigation. I suggest you get moving on yours rather quickly.”

  Erin nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  She left his office and went back to her small desk. She had to get out of this itty-bitty town and back into the real world. She had ambition, goals, and right now the very real need to prove she was still a kick-ass journalist.

  She needed to call Greg. If he had a lot of information for her, it would save her having to go out to the house. She wasn’t up to seeing Drakor after what almost happened.

  Even a day and half later, she wasn’t sure if she was disappointed or relieved that they never finished what they started. While she was safe from making the mistake she did with Evan, her dreams had gotten a lot more erotic and left her wholly unsatisfied when she woke.

  Erin picked up the phone and dialed Greg’s office.

  “Invasion Shield, Inc., may I help you?”

  “Hi, Cindy, it’s Erin. Is Greg available?”

  “He didn’t come in today. Called in, saying he had some things to take care of and we could reach him on his cell in case of an emergency.”

  Erin coughed. “He didn’t come in?”

  “Nope, didn’t sound sick or anything. Maybe you should try his cell phone. You have the number, right?”

  “I have it. Thanks.”

  She hung up and stared across the room. Rita looked very busy. On the phone, taking notes, checking something on her computer. Oh, it would be great to find out what her story was. How nice if it was as half-baked as her own.

  She picked up the phone again and twisted her chair away from Rita. She dialed Greg’s cell.

  He answered on the third ring. A loud noise like water or wind blasted in Erin’s ears.

  “Greg here!”

  “Greg, what are you doing? Where are you?”

  “Hello? Is this Erin?”

  “Greg. What’s that noise?”

  “Sorry, I can’t hear you!” He hung up.

  Erin felt her cheeks heat. She stared at the phone in her hand. He just hung up on her. And where the hell was he anyway?

  “Problems?”

  Erin glanced up into Rita’s sharp eyes. “It’s nothing.”

  “How was Saturday night? Did your friend get home safe and sound?”

  Erin shivered, remembering his kiss on the porch. And later, when his hot body covered hers, when his expert tongue stoked a fire under her skin.

  “He got home just fine,” she managed to answer.

  Rita lifted an eyebrow. “Well, if he’s looking for someone else to show him the town, pass along my number.”

  “I’ll be sure to do that.”

  Rita pulled a piece of gum from her pocket, unwrapped it and popped it in her mouth. “Was that your brother you were trying to call?”

  “Is it your business?”

  “Everything is my business, my dear.”

  Erin clenched her teeth. She’d like nothing more than to strangle this woman right now. Ever since Rita Dixon got here, she’d taken everything important away from Erin. Greg was all that was left. And Drakor.

  She got to her feet, a thought suddenly occurring to her. “Are you doing a piece on Greg or Invasion Shield?”

  Rita chuckled and snapped her gum. “You can read my story on the front cover next month. Have a nice day.” She turned and went back to her desk, shaking her head the whole way.

  Erin groaned. She had to get out of here. She had to get more information on her story. She had to figure out if she really had a story or if she was wasting her time.

  She snatched her bag and headed outside into the summer heat. The thick air in the parking lot dampened her neck. Heavy clouds blew in from the west. Great. A storm.

  Erin pulled out her cell phone and called Greg again. With no one else in the parking lot, she could yell to make herself heard.

  He got it on the second ring. “Erin, is that you again?”

  This time the background was quiet. “Yes. Where were you?”

  “At Blackrock Falls.”

  “That was the falls I heard? What are you doing there?”

  “Minding my own business. What do you want?”

  Erin leaned against her car door. “I need to talk to you. Remember what you promised?”

  “Oh, come on…”

  “I have to do this story, Greg. It could be the start of something big or the end of my career.”

  His voice dropped to a whisper. “Hold on.” He covered the mouthpiece for a few minutes and then got back on. “Sorry, I had to get out of the car.”

  “Why? What are you doing?”

  “Listen, I’m with Ankra, okay? I wanted to show her the falls. We were about to head to lunch when you called.”

  “Well, isn’t there something to tell me about this weekend?”

  “You want to know how late the night went? When I took her home the next day?”

  Erin pulled her notebook out of her huge purse and leaned on the hood of her car, using it as a table. “Don’t be an ass. Can you give me anything unusual? Anything to go on?”

  “Hmmm…well, she seemed really annoyed that I used a condom.”

  “Gregory! I do not want to hear that!” Ick. Hearing about her brother having sex was almost as bad as imagining her parents doing it.

  “Okay, okay.
” He laughed. “But after what happened in college, I wasn’t about to take chances.”

  Erin winced. How could she forget about Sarah and the pregnancy? Those weeks were hell on Greg and their parents. He almost quit school to marry her and then Sarah came back from a weekend at home saying she had miscarried. Greg suspected an abortion, but whatever happened, the two of them broke up. It was no wonder he refused to have sex without protection.

  He cleared his throat. “You said to tell you anything unusual. That seemed awfully strange to me.”

  “Will you move on, please? Anything else?”

  “Erin, I didn’t really take notes. Can we get together for dinner later this week and I’ll try to come up with something?”

  Great. He wasn’t going to be a big help, was he? She’d have to come up with some plan on her own.

  “Fine. Let’s meet at The Onion Bloom for dinner tomorrow.”

  “I can’t. I have a commitment.”

  “When can you meet, Greg? We need to chat.”

  “Can it wait until Thursday night?”

  She groaned. Typical Greg, agree to help out when he had the need, but then do whatever he could to back out. “Fine. I’ll plan to meet you there at six thirty.”

  “Hey, Erin?”

  She closed her notebook and shoved it back in the bag. “What?”

  “I almost forgot about this. Don’t think I was still drunk, but I could have sworn I saw something yesterday when I dropped her off.”

  Erin dug around at the bottom of the purse for her keys. “What do you mean? You saw something.”

  “It happened so fast. I might have really imagined it.”

  “What? What was it?”

  His voice dropped lower again. “Something shiny and silver and huge in their backyard. It was there and then it was gone.”

  “Greg, what are you talking about? I can barely hear you and I sure can’t understand you.” She shifted the bag and bent to unlock the door.

  “Listen. It looked like something out of Star Trek.”

  “A spaceship?”

  “Yeah. It looked like a spaceship.”

  Her keys clattered on the asphalt.

  Chapter Seven