The moment he laid eyes on Ling Fawk, Dr. Damien Brown was smitten. He didn’t think there was anyone aboard the Callidus that he hadn’t yet met, but she must have slipped his notice somehow—there were, after all, over ten thousand people aboard the vast ship. But now, looking into her brown almond eyes and watching her gently cross and uncross her long, delicate legs, he knew he would never overlook her again.
She smiled and he realized he was staring. Reluctantly, he pulled his gaze from her onyx-black hair and turned back to his screen. Did she notice the heat in his cheeks? He cleared his throat—an attempt to maintain his professionalism.
“So,” he said. “Abnormal allostatic load?”