Whether or not they always agreed on the ways and the means of the work, that single fact shone through the gray between them. In her life no one had ever put her so completely, so absolutely first. And as she knew him, she knew the moment he sensed her. His fingers paused; he turned his head. Those brilliant eyes locked on hers as they had the very first time at a funeral for another of the dead they’d shared. Her heart opened, and it lifted, weightless and free. Marriage was a minefield, she thought again, but she’d risk every sweaty, breathless step for moments like this.
