“You know,” Maggie said as she stood looking out over Rylos. “High school didn’t exactly prepare me for this.”
“High school didn’t prepare me for being a Starfighter,” Alex said, coming up behind to wrap his arms around her waist. “But I figured it out.”
“But what can I do here, Alex? Besides that,” she added when he waggled his eyebrows. He grinned, but then sobered.
“I don’t know, Maggie. I need you here, but... well, if you really want to go home...”
She shook her head, and turned to kiss him. “It’s like you said. I’ll figure it out.”