Colby (BBW Western Bear Shifter Romance) (Rodeo Bears Book 3) (53 page)

“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?”

“God, why?” Hyde asked.

Thalia shrugged. “Habit. Extra information for my article. Information for another article. Getting to know the people I’m imposing on. Take your pick.”

“That’s fine,” Annie said, cutting off whatever Hyde opened his mouth to say. “But respect it if they don’t want to answer questions and no recordings without permission. Lastly, if you’d like to talk to anyone about what you’ve been through, any of us would be happy to listen.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I have maybe three emotions and they’ll all whiskey,” Thalia assured her.

Annie raised an eyebrow. “The offer stands. If no one else has anything to say, then we’re done here.”
 

The squeal of chairs being pushed back filled the air as people filtered back out of the kitchen.

“Treat her right,” Custer snickered as he walked past. Hyde put his hands on the table to push himself, only for the short man to grab his wrist.

“Dominic,” Hyde said in a voice that managed to be threatening and patient at the same time.

“Not worth getting disemboweled over,” Dominic said softly.

“Thank you,” Delphine said with a small smile. She turned to Thalia. “Would you like to see where you’ll be staying for now?”

“I’ll take her. I don’t trust her alone in my room,” Hyde said, slipping his arm out of Dominic’s grasp.

“We can all go. It’ll be a party,” Thalia said, leaning down to grab her bag. “A really, really awkward party.”

Hyde sighed. “Just follow me, and don’t touch anything.”

The space on the ship that wasn’t reserved for cargo or the massive amount of machinery required to both run the
Breakwater
normally and to allow it to access its namesake ability—which was surprisingly well documented for something Thalia assumed was supposed to be a secret—was actually fairly small. Not cramped, exactly, but Thalia could see why she was sharing a room (that is, purely for logistics reasons and therefore not anything that should be causing butterflies in her stomach). The hallway was straightforward, with five doors leading to five living spaces, each with a keypad by it. Hyde walked up to one and hit the enter button. The door swooshed open.

“What’s the point in having a keypad if you don’t require an access code?” Thalia asked as they stepped inside.

“When you’re living with seven nosy assholes, five of whom have enhanced hearing and can decipher the code from the sound of the beeps, a code is sort of useless,” Hyde said, spinning on his heel and plopping onto his bed.

Thalia looked around the room. It was insanely clean to the point that she wasn’t sure anyone actually had ever been in it before. The only sign of life was a tablet on the bedside table and the multicolored stickers on the intercom over the bed.
 

“I feel like I shouldn’t be surprised that your room looks like a hotel room,” Thalia told him, “but I am anyways.”

Delphine snorted. “It’s because he can’t bear to be parted from the communications station. He can hang up on anyone he doesn’t want to talk to there.”

“Not a social butterfly, is he?” Thalia asked.

“Watch it,” Hyde growled.

“More like a depressing, pessimistic moth,” Delphine answered, smiling serenely.

Hyde stared at her. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you developing a sense of humor is one of the worst things that has ever happened to me.”

“Are you comfortable being alone with Hyde?” Delphine asked, ignoring him.

Thalia took a moment to consider the man who snarled and threatened and hadn’t once seemed to genuinely consider leaving her behind. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

Delphine inclined her head slightly. “If you need me, shout. My hearing is excellent.” With that, she turned and walked out the door.

“So…” Thalia started after a moment of heavy silence. “Your crew. They’re interesting.”

“That’s a diplomatic way of phrasing that,” Hyde muttered.
 

“I mean, there’s not a whole lot of ways you can describe Custer, from what I’ve read. He seems like a handful.”

“Yeah, a handful of live dynamite,” Hyde said, leaning back. “His defining characteristic used to be ‘masturbates with his metal hand.’ Now it’s ‘ended up in a committed relationship with the splice assassin sent to kill us.’”

Thalia tucked that little tidbit of information about Delphine away for a rainy day which, courtesy of being spaceborn, could arguably be any day she chose. “They’re good people, though. Or at least, they seem like it.”

At that, Hyde actually laughed. “Oh, no one on this bird is a good person. Closest we’ve got is probably Zosha just because she doesn’t kill people directly. But we’re hospitable.”

“Right,” Thalia said, drawing out the vowel. “’Hospitable’ is exactly the word I would use for you.”

“Not dead yet, are you?” He asked, eyebrows raising.
 

“The ‘yet’ part sort of ruined the effect I think you were going for there,” Thalia replied. “Can I sit?”

Hyde gestured broadly. “Go for it.”

Thalia pulled the chair away from the oddly spotless desk pushed against the wall opposite the bed and sat gingerly, allowing her bag to fall to the floor.
 

“So if I start asking you questions, are you going to shift and bite my head off?” Thalia asked, rummaging around for her main tablet.

Hyde looked at her, considering. “How about this. You ask me a question, I ask you one.”

Thalia looked up. “Okay? I mean, I’m not very interesting. You’ll be disappointed.”
 

Disbelief flickered in Hyde’s eye. “You track me down and chase me across at least one system border to get this story, then corner me in a bar with the apparent intent to pull a honeypot on me, and you say you’re not interesting? Come on.”

“Alright,” Thalia said, shrugging. “I warned you, though. Why did you want to join the Red Quarter’s guard?”

“They paid well, and the insurance covers damn near everything. And I’ve always been aggressive,” Hyde answered easily. “Why did you become a journalist?”

“Took a bunch of random writing electives and then realized I had to actually graduate at some point,” Thalia said. Hyde made a
go on
gesture and she sighed. “I think people are idiots who make shitty decisions. I want them to be informed so they have the opportunity to make less shitty decisions. What’s your family like?”

“My parents are live on Rajan now. They’re strict, but good parents. They know what I do for a living now and haven’t disowned me. What’s yours like?” Hyde asked.
 

“We all get on much better now that most of them are dead,” she answered, which was a fair summary of the first fifteen tear-stained years of her life. “Who are you favorite and least favorite people on the ship?”

“Dominic and Annie, I get along with the best,” Hyde said. “We understand each other. Everyone else is fine, except Custer, who’s the sentient version of an infected ingrown toenail. Who are your favorite and least favorite people?”

“I have a couple friends I hung out with back on Goton. I try not to have least favorite people because it’s exhausting, but at the moment Tillman is at the top of that list as the person who has most recently tried to kill me. What do you do in your free time?”

“Talk to Dominic. Read. I like crossword puzzles. You?” Hyde asked.

“I have been known to do the occasional crossword. I watch a lot of soap operas,” Thalia told him.

“Soap operas? Really?”
 

Thalia shrugged. “Look, my job is talking about all the ways reality sucks. Soap operas are basically my happy place. If you could go anywhere in the universe, where would you go?”

“I’d stay here,” Hyde answered immediately. “My crewmates are insane, but they’re my crewmates. Why do you write the kind of articles you do?”

“Didn’t I just answer this?” Thalia asked.

“No, you told me why you became a journalist. That’s a general question. I’m asking why you write the specific articles you write. No offense, but you don’t seem the good Samaritan type.”

“You stalk a man once…” Thalia sighed. “I write the specific articles I write because I don’t see the point in having a platform capable of reaching people billions of miles away and using it for gossip. Or at least not
just
for gossip. Why didn’t you leave me behind when you had the opportunity?”

“Because the others would have never let me live it down,” Hyde said. It was almost believable except that his gaze was trained on her left ear instead of her face.

Thalia made a buzzer sound. “Wrong! Either tell me the truth or pass and I’ll dedicate myself to wheedling the truth out of you later. It’s what I do for a living, I’m very good at it.”

Hyde stared at her for a tense moment, then huffed out a resigned sounding sigh. “I don’t relax. Ever. It’s not that I enjoy being uptight, but Dominic and Rick are the only ones on this ship that think before they act, and Dom can’t put himself in situations that stress him out too much and Rick trusts the captain too much. So that means when people make dumbass decisions, I’m sometimes the only one willing to say they’re dumbass decisions. Like with Annie, and Zosha. I’m glad they’re here now and that it all worked out, but at the time they were strangers with dangerous people chasing them and we didn’t have the connections we have now. We didn’t have the benefit of being able to see the future and know it’d all be fine, so I stand by not trusting them when they first boarded. There’s too much jumping first and looking second on this ship for me to be able to take it easy most of the time.”

“I don’t understand what that has to do with me,” Thalia said uncertainly.

“At the bar, when you walked over… I don’t know why, but I just couldn’t think of a reason to be tense. For once, my first instinct was to just go with flow and see where I ended up. You sidled up, all smiles, and offered to buy me a drink and I was able to relax for what seemed like the first time since we ran into Annie.”

Thalia felt something uncomfortably like guilt twitch in her stomach. “And then I nearly got you killed.”

Hyde snorted. “No, and then you nearly got
you
killed. Tillman’s hitmen are as incompetent as his politics when he’s not framing innocent men for murder.”

“Still, I’m…” Thalia swallowed. “I’m sorry.”

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t apologize much?” Hyde asked, sounding almost amused.

“Because you’ve got animal instinct on your side. How do you feel about pretending this never happened and never, ever telling anyone we had actual emotions?”

“Sounds good to me,” Hyde said.

There was the sort of awkward pause that followed unexpected emotional connections. Thalia reached into her bag and pulled out a plastic water bottle that’s she’d filled with rum. She popped the top and took a swig before wordlessly handing it to Hyde, who accepted with a raised eyebrow. He nodded approvingly after taking a sip.

“Not bad,” he told her, handing the bottle back over.