"Yes, but – You're sure? So soon?"
"Positive. Do you mind?"
My darling…
I love you, Ben.
Cassie… my Cassie… I love you so much.
It was a long time later when Ben lifted his head. "A connection that is literally of the flesh. That's what he said when you were still in the coma. I thought he meant because we were lovers, but that wasn't what he meant at all. And just now he asked to be invited to the christening. He knew. Dammit, Bishop knew. How?"
Cassie said serenely, "I suppose he must have seen it in the tea leaves, darling. Does it matter?"
With her warm gray eyes smiling up at him, her slender body in his arms, and the astonishing intimacy of her presence glowing inside him somewhere deeper than thought, Ben decided that nothing else mattered.
Nothing at all.
