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Chapter 2
Faron dropped into his seat as he stared at the dark-haired human looking up at him.
He wasn’t here for love. He was here because his irritating buddy, Sala, would not take no for an answer. He’d chivvied and cajoled him for three days straight to come to this speed dating evening.
It was only after he’d promised him plenty of cheap alcohol and an easy ride at the end of it with a willing female that Faron had agreed to come to this nonsense. He wanted nothing more than that from any female he encountered. They always turned him down for anything other than a one-night stand, so he offered them nothing in return.
He looked at the port screen in his hand. “You are number thirteen?”
The woman’s full lips parted. “That’s right. I’m Kendra.”
Faron nodded as his gaze skimmed over her features. For a human, she was attractive enough. Her features were even and her hair glossy, suggesting she had a good level of nutrients and cared for herself appropriately. She wore a small amount of make-up, which hid no serious imperfections. He couldn’t smell disease on her, and she had a clean, floral scent on her skin. It was not unpleasant. He would not recoil when she was naked if she smelt like that.
She cleared her throat. “Do you like what you see?”
His lips tightened. “You are acceptable.”
“Wow! That’s quite a compliment. What’s your name?”
“Faron.”
“Are you here to find love, Faron?”
His broad shoulders moved up an inch. “Do you have your genetic information on hand?”
Her forehead furrowed. “My genetic information?”
“To show you are healthy.”
“Oh! No, although I am healthy.”
“Your outward appearance suggests so. It is important to learn about genetic failings. Tell me about your family history.”
She jerked back in her seat. “Why do you need to know about my family?”
“To see what illnesses they succumbed to. To learn of any defects or deformities. What did your parents die from?”
She blinked at him rapidly, the corners of her eyes tightening. “You’re assuming they’re dead.”
“You’re from Earth. No one survives there long unless they leave that diseased planet.”
Her large, dark eyes narrowed. “It’s none of your business how they died.”
“It is. If we’re not genetically compatible, I want nothing to do with you.”
“The feeling is mutual. I’m not providing you with my genetic profile.” Her gaze went to his right arm, and he forced himself not to flinch or conceal his own failing.
“You can ask me about mine. I have the information memorized. You’d be an idiot if you didn’t ask about my lineage. I might have numerous diseases that affect my family. Don’t you consider it selfish if you pass those to your children?”
“Children! You insult me and then start talking about our children?” She folded her arms over her chest.
Faron had heard humans were emotional creatures. This one certainly proved that to be the case. “You must be practical. What’s the point in forming a bond only to find you’d give me inferior children?”
Her mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came out. The more Faron studied that mouth, the more he liked it. The lips were full but not overly plump. They looked natural and soft. He could have a lot of fun with that mouth.
His gaze snapped to her eyes. “If you don’t tell me your genetic lineage, then tell me your sexual history.”
She spluttered a few times. “You want to know about who I’ve slept with?”
