7. Jane
Chapter Seven
JANE
I blink at Asher. I don’t realize my mouth has dropped open until he reaches across and nudges my chin upward with his knuckles. That little brushing touch is like fire on my skin. It’s electric. I don’t even know what to think of my reaction to him. It’s so intense, I’d say it’s out of this world, but that feels ridiculous, given the circumstances.
“Tomorrow?” I squeak.
Asher’s shoulders rise as he takes a breath and nods. “Today.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” he says solemnly. “Have you ever traveled to space?”
I shake my head slowly as a mix of anticipation, anxiety, and fear rushes through me.
“Only the wealthy can do that. I’m definitely not that. Were you looking for someone with money?” My question is cynical, but that’s life on Earth these days for women. Most men are looking for connections or money.
He waves a hand dismissively. “Money is irrelevant. I didn’t know how long it would take me to find the right woman. I’m just glad I found you.”
“How do you know it’s me?”
He reaches over, curling his big hand over both of mine where they’re clasped on my knees. Energy races through me in a loop, fiery and intense.
“Do you feel that?” he asks.
I can barely breathe as I nod with a sense of connection and intimacy surging through me, almost its own force. “What does that mean?” I whisper.
“That is what my people call infinity pulse. It only happens if we’re meant to be mated, and not everyone finds their one true mate.”
“It’s not just lust?” I can’t help but ask.
Asher’s intense blue eyes hold mine as he shakes his head slowly. “This isn’t just lust. Have you felt lust before?”
Fair question. I’d felt a dim shadow of what this was but nothing more.
“So we travel to your planet and marry. Then?” I prompt.
“I think that might be the easy part,” he says. “Then you set up a matchmaking service. You will need to travel to and from Earth until you decide if you prefer to have someone else handle it here.”
“How many men on your planet need brides?”
“Many,” he says.