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The Greater Antilles
Part Twenty-Six
by Paula


Paula jumped at the sound of The Great One's voice. "Force Almighty!"

Narwara smiled. "I know. He really can get his point across when he wants to."

She laughed. "Well, I guess the book can wait." She grinned at him, lighting up hazel eyes. She turned and walked towards the legendary commander of the Alliance, still holding on to Nawara's hand, pulling him along with her.

"Hello Commander." She stuck her hand right hand out to Wedge, keeping Nawara's with her left. She was not going to let that if her life depended on it. Too many dreams to let reality fade away.

The great Wedge Antilles eyed her hand suspiciously. "I see that you too have claimed one of my pilots. Lieutenant Ven, please introduce this woman to me."

Nawara's practiced lawyer facade remained unruffled. "Paula, sir."

"You said that you wanted food." Paula remarked as Wedge tentatively took her outstretched hand and shook it.

"Yes, do you have any idea where we can procure it?"

"I gave myself a basic tour of the house when I arrived. There's a kitchen on the ground floor to the back. Whoever stocked it didn't spare any expense--it's stuffed."

Wedge smiled. Paula studied his face quizically, her green eyes narrowing as she squinted in the bright light. She couldn't remember where she had put her glasses and her contact lens subscription was out-of-date. Just as good-looking as I pictured. She eyed the woman next to him. She had witnessed their earlier exchange. But he's absolutely smitten.

"Thank you," the Corellian said. He turned to his XO. "Nawara, are you hungry?"

"No, thank you, sir."

Wedge turned back to Paula. "Do you know where we are?"

She shook her head. "Not at all. Woke up here yesterday with my bag and a couple of books. I'm not sure what I'm doing here, but I've pinched myself enough to know that this is not a dream." She turned around, sheilding her eyes from the sun's glare. "If you keep asking, you're bound to find someone who does."

Wedge smiled again. Paula took Nawara's hand again. "So, what do you want to do since you're not hungry."

He led her away with one hand on her arm. "I thought we were going to try to find your book."

She found herself snuggling closer into his flightsuit. "That's right, but that's only on the edge of the clearing. There's a lot more island than this."

"Where's your favorite place?"

The wind blew and a piece of light brown hair flew out of its hastily put up confinement and into her face. Nawara reached down and lifted it back. Paula smiled as his fingers brushed against her cheek. What is wrong with me? Guys usually have this effect on me. She felt something slide around her shoulder and knew instinctively that it was one of Nawara's braintails. But this is no ordinary man.

"There's a path through the woods. It's cooler there and..." she paused for a moment "...quieter."

Nawara's red eyes screwed into a grin. "Sounds nice."

Continued in Part Twenty-Seven