He is sorting through a file of papers—a tenure committee report, graduation forms requiring his signature, a caterer’s bill—when he hears a knock and looks up to see a woman standing in the doorway: thirty or perhaps thirty-five and quite striking, with auburn hair, an intelligent face, and energetic hazel eyes. She wears a tailored suit of dark navy and high, somewhat tippy heels; a well-used leather satchel hangs from her shoulder. Logan senses that he has seen her before.

“Professor Miles?” She does not wait for permission to enter but insinuates herself into the room.

“I’m sorry, Miss…”

“Nessa Tripp, Territorial News and Record.” As she steps to his desk, she extends her hand. “I was hoping I might have a minute of your time.”

A reporter, of course; Logan recalls her from the press conference. Her grip is firm—not masculine but meant to convey a message of professional seriousness. Logan catches the high note of her perfume, subtly floral.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint you. This is quite a busy day for me. I’ve really said all I have to say for one morning. Perhaps you could call my secretary to schedule an appointment.”

She ignores the suggestion, knowing full well that it’s a dodge; nobody would schedule anything. She offers a smile, rather coquettish, meant to charm. “I promise, it won’t take long. I have only a few questions.”

Logan doesn’t want to. He dislikes dealing with the press, even under the most scripted of circumstances. Many times he has opened the morning paper to find himself misquoted or his words taken entirely out of context. Yet he can tell that this woman can’t be brushed off so easily. Better to face the music now, quickly, and move on.

“Well, I suppose…”

Her face beams. “Wonderful.”

She takes a chair across from him and digs into her bag for a notebook, followed by a small recorder, which she places on the desk. “To start, I was wondering if I could get a little bit of personal information, just for background. There’s very little about you that I could find, and the university press office wasn’t much help.”

“There’s a reason. I’m a very private person.”

“And I can respect that. But people want to know about the man behind the discovery, wouldn’t you agree? The world is watching, Professor.”

“I’m really not very interesting, Miss Tripp. I think you’ll find me rather boring.”

“I hardly believe that. You’re just being modest.” She flips quickly through her notebook. “Now, from what I can gather, you were born in…Headly?”

A softball question, to get things started. “Yes, my parents raised horses.”

“And you were an only child.”

“That’s correct.”

“Sounds like you didn’t much care for it.”

His tone, evidently, has betrayed him. “It was a childhood like any other. There were some good points, some bad.”

“Too isolated?”

Logan shrugs. “When you’re my age, these sorts of feelings soften a great deal, though at the time I probably saw it that way. In the end, it wasn’t the life for me—that’s really all there is to say.”

“Still, Headly is a very traditional place. Some would even say backward.”

“I don’t think the people there would see it that way.”

A quick smile. “Perhaps I misspoke. What I mean is, it’s a long way from a horse farm in Headly to heading the chancellor’s task force on resettlement. Would that be fair to say?”

“I suppose. But I never had any doubts that I would go to university. My parents were country people, but they let me chart my own course.”

She looks at him warmly. “So, a bookish boy, then.”

“If you like.”

This is followed, once again, by a brief trip to her notes. “Now,” she says, “I have here that you’re married.”

“I’m afraid your information is a little out of date. I’m divorced.”

“Oh? When was that?”

The question makes him uncomfortable. Still, it is a matter of public record; he has no reason not to answer. “Six years ago. All very amicable. We’re still good friends.”

“And your ex-wife, she’s a judge, yes?”

“She was, with the Sixth Family Court. But she’s left that now.”

“And you have a son, Race. What does he do?”

“He’s a pilot in the air service.”