His pulse throbbed faster against my palm where I had it pressed to the side of his neck. He heaved a shaky sigh. “Do you mean soulmates?” “Yes.” Hesitantly, cautiously, he then asked, “Are you my soulmate, Clara?” “Of course I am, silly.” I sat up, meeting an astonished dark-eyed gaze. “I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up and realize it.”
