“Are you okay?” Tinker asked him in English.
He smiled. He had told her that he felt most free speaking English, and by her answering look, she remembered. “Yes, I am very content at this moment.”
“Good. So am I.” But then unease seeped into her eyes.
“What is it, beloved?”
“You probably have someplace to go, something you need to do.”
He held out his hand to her, and she took it, interlacing their fingers. “What I need is to sit here with my domi and talk about what we want to do next.”
THE END