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"Jess, we need to talk."
"I...I thought we had."
"There's something you've not told me. I sensed you were holding something back just now." Kerry's voice was soft, almost persuasive.
She turned to face him, although she avoided meeting his eyes. "There's nothing. I'm not hiding any dark secrets from you, if that's what you mean.
You needn't worry about the ship any more."
"I'm not. But there is something troubling you."
"Even if there were, why should you care?" she asked, a sharp edge to her voice that she hadn't intended. "You've made it fairly clear you don't like me very much. I'll try and keep out of your way, until we reach Phidia." She turned away again, so he would not see the colour she felt once more rushing to her face.
"That won't be necessary. And...it's not that I...dislike you." He hesitated.
She frowned. Kerry Marchant did not normally appear to have difficulty in finding the right words, but for once he seemed to be struggling.