a pinch. “I couldn’t risk being close to anyone.”
A strange pain lanced through him. “Did you want to be close to someone? Was there someone special?”
She shrugged. “Does it matter?”
“Yes.” His teeth ground together. “It matters.”
Their gazes tangled and for a moment Cezar feared she might refuse to answer him. Then, with a frustrated shake of her head she conceded defeat.
“No, there was no one special. I’ve been completely and utterly alone for…for what seems like forever. Are you happy?”
He was more than happy. He was fiercely pleased by the notion she hadn’t given her heart to some unworthy bastard.
He was also smart enough to keep his satisfaction to himself.
Smoothing his hand down her hair, he pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. “I didn’t mean to upset you, querida.”
She gave a snort of disbelief, her eyes narrowing. “And what about you?”
“What about me?”
“Do you have some…” She frowned as she struggled with the appropriate word. “Mate hanging around in a damp cave?”
A slow, wicked smile touched his lips at her grudging curiosity. “I have no mate.”
“Why not?”
His lips skimmed down her cheek to nibble at the corner of her mouth. “Some things, Anna Randal, are worth waiting for.”
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