"I am," she said, glancing into the fire as she watched the log snap. He always could read her well. After all of these years, he knew the every curve and tic of her face. What she was thinking, what she was afraid of, and how she was feeling.

There was little stopping him from seeing now that she was thinking of him. A small waver of desire still lingering in her heart. It was inappropriate, but it couldn't be removed and remained still since their first night together on the ship.