Chapter Twenty-Five
“Excuse me, Captain. Do you have a minute?” Joan asked as she peered around the corner in the captain’s quarters. It was dusk, after the dinner hour, a time Joan knew Eric was less likely to be disturbed. He looked up with tired kindness, then gestured with his hand to one of the chairs in front of his desk.
“Absolutely, Commander. Come on in, please have a seat.” He sorted his papers together and shoved them in the bottom drawer of his desk.
Joan was aware that Abby had been moved back to sickbay that day after spending four nights in his quarters. She was thankful for that, because she had a feeling the captain cared very much for this young lady, and this was a conversation she didn’t want her to overhear.
“Is there something going on with the investigation, some
