“Doesn’t he?”
Now she looked truly alarmed. “Lars, you don’t think that Martin Humphries means anything to me?”
He felt his blood turning to ice. One look at Amanda’s innocent blue eyes and full-bosomed figure and any man would be wild to have her.
Coldly, calmly, he said, “I know that Martin Humphries wants you. I think that you married me to escape from him. I think—”
“Lars, that’s not true!”
“Isn’t it?”
“I love you! For god’s sake, don’t you know that? Don’t you understand it?”
The ice thawed. He realized that he held in his arms the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. That she had come to this desolate emptiness on the frontier of human habitation to be with him, to help him, to love him.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, feeling ashamed. “It’s just that… I love you so much…”
“And I love you, Lars. I truly do.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
He shook his head ruefully. “Sometimes I wonder why you put up with me.”
She smiled and traced a fingertip across his stubborn, stubbled jaw. “Why not? You put up with me, don’t you?”
With a sigh, he admitted, “I thought we’d be back on Earth by now. I thought we’d be rich.”
“We are. Aren’t we?”
“On paper, perhaps. We’re better off than most of the other prospectors. At least we own this ship . . .”
His voice faltered. They both knew why. They owned Star-power because Martin Humphries had given it to them as a gift.
“But the bills do mount up,” Amanda said swiftly, trying to change the subject. “I was going over the accounts earlier. We can’t seem to stay ahead of the expenses.”
Fuchs made a sound somewhere between a grunt and a snort. “If you count how much we owe, we certainly are multimillionaires.”
It was a classic problem, they both knew. A prospector might find an asteroid worth hundreds of billions on paper, but the costs of mining the ores, transporting them back to the Earth/Moon region, refining them—the costs of food and fuel and air to breathe—were so high that the prospectors were almost always on the ragged edge of bankruptcy. Still they pushed on, always seeking that lode of wealth that would allow them to retire at last and live in luxury. Yet no matter how much wealth they actually found, hardly any of it stayed in their hands for long.
And I want to take ten percent of that from them, Fuchs said to himself. But it will be worth it! They’ll thank me for it, once it’s done.
“It’s not like we’re spendthrifts,” Amanda murmured. “We don’t throw the money away on frivolities.”
“I should never have brought you out here,” Fuchs said. “It was a mistake.”
“No!” she contradicted. “I want to be with you, Lars. Wherever you are.”
“This is no place for a woman such as you. You should be living comfortably, happily—”
She silenced him with a single slim finger across his thin lips. “I’m perfectly comfortable and happy here.”
“But you’d be happier on Earth. Or Selene.”
She hesitated a fraction of a second before replying, “Wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” he admitted. “Of course. But I’m not going back until I can give you all the things you deserve.”
“Oh, Lars, you’re all that I really want.”
He gazed at her for a long moment, then said, “Yes, perhaps. But I want more. Much more.”
Amanda said nothing.
Brightening, Fuchs said, “But as long as we’re out here, at least I can make a decent home for you in Ceres orbit!”
She smiled for her husband.
CHAPTER 3
Build a habitat big enough to house everyone living at Ceres?” asked Martin Humphries, incredulous.
“That’s what the rumble is,” said his aide, a winsome brunet with long-lashed almond eyes, full pouty lips, and a razor-sharp mind. Even though her image on his bedroom wallscreen showed only her head and shoulders and some background of her office, the sight of her set Humphries’s mind wandering.
Humphries leaned back in his wide, luxurious bed and tried to concentrate on business. He had started the morning with a vigorous tussle with a big-breasted computer analyst who nominally worked in Humphries Space Systems’ transportation department. She had spent the night in Humphries’s bed, yet even in the midst of their most passionate exertions he found himself closing his eyes and fantasizing about Amanda.