Devil's Gate (Elder Races #4.6)(29)

“You like to shop?” she asked in sleepy surprise.

“Yes, I do, sometimes. When I know I’m looking for something special.” He bent to nuzzle her throat.

She made a purring sound and stroked his back. “It sounds like you’ve got something specific in mind for your shopping trip.”

“Our shopping trip,” he corrected.

“Okay, our shopping trip.”

“And I do have something specific in mind, but for now, I think we should focus on our first date.”

Giddy with happiness, he kissed her in a soft lingering caress. They lived in a crowded and dangerous world, but somehow she had become the only person in it. Right here and now, they were the only two people in the world, the only two.

“Duncan, do you by any chance play the piano?” she murmured.

He chuckled. “Why on earth would you ask me that?”

She stroked his face. “You just gave me a certain look.”

Amused, he asked, “A look that said I play the piano?”

She tapped his nose with one finger. “Tell me you have a Bogart suit. Oh forget it, you have lots of suits, and they’re all more beautiful than any of the clothes I own. Do you by any chance believe in precognition?”

He announced, “I am completely at sea in this conversation.”

“Then we should probably stop talking,” she whispered. She rolled her hips at him.

“I’m okay with that,” he said.

He proceeded to make love to her again on their most excellent first date, and neither one said anything coherent for a long time.