That made her look up. Even though he meant Trader years and not Ceren years, it was an awfully long time.
He stared into the distance, his face haunted. “You know, I’m not getting any younger, and this is not where I’d envisaged our relationship to go.”
“I’d be surprised if she didn’t want to see you again,” Mikandra said.
The look of hope in his eyes almost made her cry. What a way to waste most of your adult life: waiting for a lover to make a decision about the relationship.
“Has she talked to you about any of it?” His expression was wary. “Your father—”
“My father and his sister don’t get a long too well. Anyway, I’m no longer at home, and my father doesn’t want me back, so you can tell me anything you want, because it’s not going to get back to the family in the form of gossip.”
