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realizes he‘s not going to, she tries to prod him.
“Could you explain it to me?”
    “It’s not really important right now.” He
replies and picks up the bowl of fruit and the fork and hands them
to her with a gentle smile. “In time, I am sure you will
understand. But until then, Dee it really doesn’t matter. What
matters is that we do have that connection and we are friends. And
we have some talking to do today. So eat up and let‘s get to
it.”
    She eats in silence. Lucian settles into the
sofa, turning himself to face her with his left knee drawn up on
the cushion between them. He watches as she slowly eats the fruit
and sandwich while she sips her coffee. A smile curls his lips as
he wonders how many hundreds of ham and cheese sandwiches he has
watched her eat over the lifetimes.
    As he watches her eat, his eyes devour her
features as a starving man would a steak dinner. Her wavy, pale
reddish-blonde hair is streaked with gray here and there. It’s
really very attractive. The gray appears as a lighter blonde to the
casual observer. Luca knows that she really doesn’t like the gray
streaks. She feels as though they don’t belong, that they signify
some sort of failure, something that has gone terribly wrong. He
knows that she doesn’t understand why she feels that way. But he
finds the gray streaks lovely. She recently had her hair bobbed in
a short cut that looks very stylish and requires little fuss. The
hair style looks very professional when she remembers to straighten
it, but it makes her look sweet, soft and vulnerable when she
doesn‘t style it. She is so hard on herself when she doesn’t “fix
herself up” as she puts it. This thought brings a smile to his
lips.
    It makes no difference to him; she’s
beautiful in his eyes. She’s fairly tall, a little over six feet
and solidly built. He knows that she would cringe at that
description, but she is truly an imposing figure. Her body is
curvaceous and supple, and Lucian winces every time she tries to
hide it under those shapeless clothes she favors. Despite the
horrific injuries to her body, she moves with a latent grace, and
lithe power she doesn’t even recognize.
    She is not beautiful in the classical sense,
but to him she is the loveliest of all women. Her captivating face
is somewhat angular in this incarnation. She has a rather long,
patrician nose, but it suits her well. Her rosy, soft lips are full
and inviting. Taken separately her features are ordinary, but taken
as a whole, he thinks she’s breathtaking.
    There is a faint dusting of tiny freckles
across her nose and cheekbones that warm his heart. The faint lines
at her eyes and around her mouth testify to her strength, and all
that she has endured. The jagged scar running from her temple down
her left cheek signifies a failure on his part, to him anyway. To
her it’s a brutal reminder of everything that she has lost.
    A few seconds pass before he realizes that
she is looking directly at him. She’s probably wondering what he is
staring at. He knows he should look away, smile or something before
she gets self-conscious. But he can’t look away. He’s trapped in
those beautiful emerald eyes. The same bright, lovely eyes that he
has followed through the centuries.
    “Uh… I … guess I will take this stuff and put
it away. Be right back,” she says as she skitters away from the
couch to the kitchen.
    “Damn!” he mutters to himself. “Fool, you are
going to scare her away if you don’t watch out.”
    Lucian listens to Deidra as she putters
around his kitchen, cleaning up the remains of her breakfast. He
can hear her heart racing, and her breathing is slightly elevated.
If he could see her face he knows her cheeks would be bright with a
scarlet blush. But after a little while he can hear her heart rate
and breathing calm. He can picture her clutching the counter,
willing herself to compose her features and calm her racing heart.
She sighs in frustration over her reaction to