"Well, I was on top of you and we were very active on the bed," Domitian pointed out. He then added, "And apparently the camera angle was such that he never saw your grandmother enter the room. And then he only saw your upper torso rising up and down beyond the bed after you rolled us both to the floor. Davies said Dressler stopped watching when that business started, so . . ." He shrugged almost apologetically, apparently able to see how Dressler could misunderstand things so badly.
Sarita stared at him blankly and then closed her eyes and let her head drop into the palm of one hand.
There was silence for a minute and then Domitian asked, "Are you angry?"
She jerked her head up with surprise. "With Dressler? Of course, the-"
"No, with me," Domitian interrupted.
"Why would I be angry at you?" she asked with confusion.
"Because it was my detective who caused all of this to happen to us. If I had not hired him-"
"No," Sarita interrupted firmly. "You are not responsible for Pablo's actions," she assured him and then smiled wryly and said, "So I was worried you'd blame me for Dressler's learning how to become immortal because you had to turn me to save my life, and meanwhile, you were worried that I'd be angry because your hiring Pablo led Dressler to realize we were life mates."
"Si," he said with a crooked smile.
"Hmm . . ." Sarita murmured, then took a deep breath and said, "I guess it must be love."
Domitian stilled, his gaze locking on her face. "Do you think so?"
"I know so," she admitted quietly and then offered him a crooked smile and said, "Actually, everyone else apparently knows so too."
"Si." He gave a solemn nod. "You are an intelligent woman, mi Corazon, but in this instance . . ."
"Yeah, yeah, I was the last one to the table this time," she muttered.
Domitian smiled, and then asked, "Does this mean that you will consent to be my wife as well as my life mate?"
Sarita swallowed, but then nodded. "Yes. But . . ." she added, raising her hand between them quickly to prevent him from kissing her when he bent toward her.
Domitian paused, uncertainty on his face. "But?"
After a hesitation, she slid her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek to his chest before admitting, "Grandmother doesn't want to move to Canada."
"I am sorry," he said sincerely. "I know you looked forward to having her with us there."
"About that," she muttered and then took a deep breath and admitted, "Actually, I have been thinking I might like to stay here too."
Domitian stilled and then pulled back slightly to peer down at her. "Really?"
Sarita nodded.
"What about your job?" he asked uncertainly.
"I wanted to help people, Domitian. That's why I became a police officer. But . . ." Shaking her head, she said, "I can't think of anyone who needs help more than the people here do. And I mean, we don't have to stay here forever. I'd just like to help as many as I can get on their feet. But I know you mentioned it would be nice to be closer to your sister and-"
"Sarita," he interrupted.
"Yes?" she asked warily.
"I love you. I am happy to stay here. I like your grandmother and we will be close to her while she is with us. I can keep my restaurants running for now while you help here, and we can visit my sister in the summers. And if you later wish to move somewhere else, we can do that too. We have time."
Sarita snorted. "Yeah, we've got time. Like thousands of years apparently."
"It will pass quickly," he assured her.
"Yeah, I'm not too sure about that," she said dubiously.
"Mi Corazon," Domitian said solemnly, lowering his mouth to just above hers so that his breath brushed across her lips tantalizingly as he spoke. "If there is one thing I have learned in my long life, it is that life passes quickly when you are happy. And you make me very happy. Our life together will fly by in a heartbeat."
"That's so sweet, my love," she said softly and then, grinning, added, "You old guys know just the right thing to say."
Domitian closed his eyes, shook his head, and then silenced her laughter with a kiss.
An Excerpt from Bliss
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Prologue
England, 1173
"Damn!" King Henry crumpled the scroll he had been reading into a ball and threw it to the floor in disgust. He spent a moment muttering about the soft hearts and interfering ways of women, then sighed with resignation and held his hand out to Templetun. "You may as well give me Lord Holden's message, too."