‘Who’s he?’ ‘I told you, this is my husband Charlie,’ Cynara held out her hand to him, and he stepped forward to take it. ‘It’s a pleasu...re to meet you,’ Charles said to his odd guest. Though his wife seemed crazy on the surface, he was actually starting to believe her whole story about time travel. While it was quite fantastical, what other explanation could there be? He was believing her more and more with every new strange thing that popped up with her. ‘Nice to meet you, too,’ Wes said. The man pushed Conner in.“Okay Rod, do your thing. You remember our conversation and what to do, right? Oh, who am I kidding? You’re a pro! I don’t have to ask…” And with that, the man left the room.Conner looked around. There was a solid oak desk at the back of the room and two chairs, one behind the desk the other beside it.. He walked over to the desk and sat in the chair behind the desk. The room was very well lit. It was bright like a studio, but there were no cameras anywhere, so this. I pulled my shirt on, thanked Arabella and sat beside the girl, feeling her tremble, her lower lip shaking."I could go north with you and George," she said, "up to fight Arnold and them. Wouldn't nobody have to know if you didn't tell 'em." Don' think that's a good idea. There's a dozen men in Cap'n Foster's company, and ain't none of them been around a woman for some time. Wouldn't know how to behave. You might find that men are just men once they know you ain't. Lord, girl, none of us is. ”The briefest of pauses. “Goddamn. Have I done that again? It’s becoming such a habit. You know how it is, Lib, you get into that hot crazy action and then you go kneel on someone else’s cell. My humblest apologies.”Apologies my ass. “Look, I don’t know whether you’re covering for her or playing some messed-up game of your own, but—”“Sasha had no idea it happened, I assure you. So we can keep it our sexy little secret. Is she there now?”“She’s busy on a call. A proper call. You know,.