Chapter 2
A TransGalactic escort, obviously dispatched from the staterooms judging by her perfectly pressed midnight blue pantsuit and gleaming gold buttons, waited in the corridor. She looked about thirty, but with people in this line of work spending so much time in hypersleep, Luis never guessed about such things.
He didn’t guess about TransGalactic pairing her with him, either. There were no classes or official documents admitting to it, but anyone on long-term hypersleep duty understood the open secret. Luis matched well with men or women with reddish hair, blue or green eyes, and fair skin. Her warm smile made it clear his brown eyes and hair and easily tanned skin fit her preferences as well.
“Dr. Ahmad. I trust your recovery has been smooth.”
“Smoother than usual. Please, call
