He had wanted her. Maybe his brain didn’t—maybe he didn’t want to want her—but his body had. Well, at least he didn’t yell and swear at her this time. That must count as progress, right? She smiled up at the dark ceiling. remembering the way his body had felt against hers, hot and hard. And really, he didn’t look as bad as he seemed to think. Not to her. Maybe to the “beautiful people” but Phlox had never been one of them anyway. No one had been more surprised than her that she had ended up running a skin care company. That’s why she called herself the Chief Scientist. That was her interest in the whole enterprise anyway—the science of it all. Somewhere along the line science had failed Jared Connor, but there was still art in his face. Phlox saw it. The left side of his face was nearly untouched—classically handsome with a strong jaw, straight nose, and dark dark eyes. Eyes like an abyss. The right side of his face, though, was puckered and rippled, ravaged by burns.
