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The insistent ringing of the vidphone brought them back to reality. Indio pulled his still-turgid cock from
Cait's ass, grabbed a towel from the bed and wrapped it around his hips. Tiny lifted her from his cock
and set her on the bed. Cait grabbed a robe and hurriedly belted it while Tiny covered his hips with the
other towel.

Indio grinned. Now that they were decent, he pushed the button to accept the call. The viewscreen
shimmered to life and showed them an image of Cait's brother, Kevin. Black-haired and dark-eyed, you
couldn't tell by looking at him that he was her twin. Cait had calico hair, a gorgeous m├йlange of copper,
gold, brown and black, and hazel eyesтАФeyes that changed color with her moods.

Kevin leaned forward and peered into his side of the viewscreen. Humor glinted in his dark gaze at their
attire. тАЬSorry about the interruption. I got a subpoena a couple of minutes ago and was calling to warn
you about it.тАЭ

Cait lifted her braid from the back of her robe and let it fall down her back. тАЬWe got our subpoenas
already. I want you to make reservations on tomorrow's shuttle. We might as well go to Earth now and
see what's going on dirtside before we show up for that hearing.тАЭ

Kevin nodded. тАЬWhat about Socorro?тАЭ

Indio slid his arm around Cait's waist and pulled her against his side. тАЬI'll call the station school and
complete all the paperwork for her home schooling coursework. We're not leaving my daughter behind.
Reserve a seat for her, too.тАЭ

Cait leaned closer and brushed her lips across his forehead. тАЬYou're right. There is no need to separate
her from her family while we respond to this subpoena. Your daughter is my daughter now.тАЭ

Chapter Two

Cait took Socorro by the hand and pulled the child aside. They moved away from the baggage
inspection zone to stand beneath a huge holoimage of the United Planets' Enclave floating in the middle of
Lake Michigan. Too many people surrounded her at O'Hare Spaceport. Their discordant emotions
scratched at her empathic senses like fingernails on an old fashioned chalkboard.

A pair of tourists hurried past. The control chips on their belts emitted a series of blue flashes. Six
automated suitcases followed the man and woman like ducklings.

Socorro's brown braids bounced on her shoulders while she placed the pet carrier on the floor in front
of the holoimage. She radiated a calm sensibility and maturity for her nine years. тАЬWill we have time to
take a tour?тАЭ

Cait shrugged. тАЬI don't know. Maybe.тАЭ She turned sideways. Her twin Kevin stood in the customs line
with her two husbands. The tension coiled within her loosened its grip. A few more minutes and they'd all
be together again.

She smiled at Tiny. It was hard to miss him. Bald-headed, two-and-a-half meters tall with skin so dark
he could have been carved from coal, he stood out in any crowd. He stepped up to the countertop,
duffel bag in tow and loomed over the customs agent like an avenging warrior. His demeanor was better
suited to a ravaged battlefield than a bustling spaceport.