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“I don’t intend to.”
“Good.”
She yawned. “How’d we meet?”
“That can stay the same. In Greece at a genetics conference.”
“When did we start dating?”
“Shortly after that. You were so impressed by how I approached you in Athens, you couldn’t help but throw yourself at my feet.”
She snorted, eyes closing. “I’m not agreeing to that.”
“How about,” he wrapped an arm around her, “we discussed the basics of epigenetics, and our conversation lasted far into the night. I fell in love with you when you started talking about regulating gene expression. You could even say my love genes turned on because I met you.”
She burst out laughing. “Epic. I love it. How’d you propose, then? I can’t wait to hear this.”
“I hired a pilot to write ‘Raina, will you marry me and make me the happiest man the world has ever seen?’ in the sky.”
“You know they charge by the letter, right?” She yawned again, settling further against him. “Say we did date and fall in love. How do you think you would have proposed?”
“I’d invite you to a conference,” he began. “I’d tell you I had this huge presentation and needed your support. Then you’d show up, and everything would start as if I legitimately had a topic to talk about. Then, I’d segue into how much my life’s changed since I met you. How I can’t explain the way you make me feel.”
“That’s those love genes turning on again.”
“But that story won’t work. A room full of people means witnesses, and we’d have none.”
“True.” She hugged his midsection, locking her fingers just above his hip. “How about, on a night just like this one, after having dinner and a glass of wine, I was about to fall asleep with your arm around me. We’ve done this countless times, so there was nothing special about it. Nothing unique. However, that was the moment you knew. The moment you realized how much you wanted many more nightsjustlike this one.”
“So I asked you to spell my last name.”
“S-A-R-A-C-I.”
“And then I told you, if you’ll have me, it’s yours.” He kissed the top of her head. “That’ll work, I think.”
She didn’t respond.
He looked down and found himself doing the same thing he always did whenever he looked at her; he tried to figure out what was different. Why he liked her the way so much that it was another thing that couldn’t be quantified.
“Maybe, instead of my demon woman, I should call you my sorceress.” He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled. “You were tired, weren’t you?”
The doorbell rang.
He didn’t stir.
She moaned. “Don’t you have to get that?”
“They’ll go away.”
“Who is it?”
“I don’t care.”
The doorbell chimed again.
“Saraci…” She snuggled against his shoulder. “I don’t think they’re going away. Who is it? Your weekend hookup? Is she at the door wearing a trench coat with lingerie underneath? Is it the woman from the parking garage?”
“I’ll be right back.”
