Brooke was silent for the longest moment. She was staring into Alexander's eyes, lost in them and lost in thought. Visions danced through her mind - the best penthouse New York City had to offer, summer homes in the Hamptons, California, France. A little lodge in Aspen. Fat, happy little babies, tended to be nannies. Children who would go into politics or law or become great scientists or superheroes. Alexander and Brooke Aaron, Greco-American royalty.

She shivered with pleasure.

"You only need to ask me," she said, her voice hoarse. "The answer wont disappoint you."