A satisfied grin tugged at her mouth. As she had known he would be, he was an amazing lover. He’d lit her on fire until she’d been a raging inferno, then brought her to the heights of pleasure. She sat at the kitchen table and looked out the window. What did it all mean, though? “Maybe nothing. Maybe everything.” Laughing a little as she repeated Heather’s words, she turned the cup around and around in her hands, not drinking the coffee as she searched her feelings. She’d fallen in love with him. She’d known since Grasvlakten; she just hadn’t wanted to admit it to herself. His uncompromising protection, unexpected gentleness, and commitment to his mission and his teammates all appealed to her. He had learned to listen when she spoke, and to take her opinions seriously. And he’d admitted to being jealous when she’d danced with Julian. That had to mean something, right? Gabe wanted her; he’d proven that in spades.
