Sunlight fell in through the window of the small restaurant. The fading rays touched the early evening air so gently, as though with a lovers kiss.

Like golden glitter, it danced across Jamie's cheek, catching in his eyes; he became convinced in that second that not all angels had wings.

Jamie didn't have a halo, but looking at him was a slice of heaven that Stryker had always been so sure that he would have been deprived. Looking at him... he understood why people spent their whole lives searching for 'the one'.

Nothing, nobody, could compare to the warmth that nestled within the deepest chambers of his chest, warming him...