Page 53 of Badass Alien Boss

“Don’t be alarmed. I’m not particularly concerned. Chances are, it’s common to humans. You haven’t had any adverse reactions since you got back.”

“That’s correct.”

“I think you’ll be fine. But, if you start showing symptoms, contact my office at the very first sign. Besides halting the histamine reaction and preventing anaphylactic shock, I would want to draw blood for testing immediately.”

“Hopefully, that won’t be necessary,” she said. “When will you get results from the other medical facility?”

“Possibly by tomorrow morning. When I know something, I’ll let you know.”

* * * *

“Are you okay?” Ruyn asked as they left the clinic. “How are you feeling?”

“A bit unsettled. I hoped for something definitive, a concreteyou’re fine.”

“It was good news overall. He said you’re probably fine. He’s not concerned. He’s doing his due diligence. It’s better to have an overly conscientious doctor than an incurious one.”

“True.”

“And he said you can eat whatever you want here.”

“Dr. Adanna said the same thing about the food at the Starlight,” she pointed out.

“But food isn’t the culprit. Two doctors have said it’s not a food allergy.”

“Right.” She brightened. One doctor’s opinion could be questioned; two were much more credible.

“And it never happened the whole time you’ve been on Luturna or on the other planets you went to on other GAL Friday assignments,” he reminded her.

“No, it didn’t.” Ruyn was saying all the right things to make her feel better. “What should we do about our assignment?”

“We should get the definitivetest results tomorrow, so why don’t we make the travel arrangements for the day after or as soon thereafter as we can book a space flight.”

“Okay.” She nodded. “Have you thought about where we should go?”

“I’d like to start at Electro Magnetic Pulse.”

“That’s a place?” she guessed.

“It’s a nightclub at Apogee, a city on a manmade satellite a ninety-minute flight from here. Electro Magnetic Pulse is owned by Empco, another subsidiary. Empco operates nightclubs on space stations and lunar and planetary outposts. Apogee has about 20,000 residents, and EMP is the only nightclub. So, EMP has a captive clientele and does a brisk business. They are doing very well.”

“Too well?” she guessed.

“That’s the impression I got when I reviewed their financials. Unless everyone who sets foot in the place drinks themselves unconscious, they shouldn’t be doing as well as they are.”

“Maybe they draw a lot of outside business. Maybe it’s a hot alien hangout.”

“That’s what we need to check out. I need to quantify how many outsiders and alien off-worlders versus locals frequent the place.”

“How long will we be there?”

“Several days at least, possibly a week. I hope you like flashing lights and electronic music.”

“Is there any other kind?” Almost all music was generated by computer. “I’m game.”

His gaze heated. “I’m glad you’re going with me.”

“I can’t think of anyplace I’d rather be.” She slipped her hand into his, and he raised it to his lips and kissed her knuckles.