To make love with her once again. She was so perfect—more perfect than even his fantasies had made her. He had wanted this woman for so terribly long. But he managed to let her go, though she was still within sight. They worked together in the kitchen, the two of them splitting up the chores—Mikaela Star got the food together while Ig set places at the breakfast bar. She set out plates of roast and salads. Igmutaka grabbed a bottle of red wine and held it up for her inspection. Mikaela Star shook her head and tried to look formidable. “It’s barely three in the afternoon.” “True,” he said, turning the bottle to better inspect the label. “But I want to celebrate.” “Oh?” She slanted a flirtatious smile in his direction. “And what event would that be?” He leaned over and kissed her. “Event? I celebrate you, Mikaela Star. I celebrate my mate to be, even as I bid farewell to eternity as a spirit guide.” Frowning, she stared at him a moment. “What do you mean? Won’t you be a spirit guide anymore?”
