Spock stared at me in that intense way he had always stared at me. As though he was trying to see into me, not just on the outside, and I had always loved it. I still did. And at least I remembered that much.
“What are you thinking, Adun?”
My smile was more genuine now. I took his hand in mine and curled our fingers together. “How much I love you.”
Those brown eyes warmed. People who bought the emotionless Vulcan stories were fools.
“It cannot compare to my love for you.”
I laughed then. “Want to bet? So when does Suvoc arrive?”
“Tomorrow.” Spock hesitated. “If that is okay.”
“Of course it is. Can’t wait to see him.”