you.â
Keane paused with the fork halfway to his mouth, an eyebrow raised. âSorry?â
Marrin tensed, her gut twisting. It wasnât the first time their apparent age difference had been brought up in casual conversation, but it had been quite a while. Anyone who knew them knew Keane wasnât as young as his Seveeran genetics made him appear.
âMy son,â Arlene said patiently, as though Keane were an idiot. âHe graduated today with your girlfriend.â
âMy girlfriend?â Keaneâs face showed an amusement Marrin envied, but didnât feel. He looked around the room, clearly biting back a laugh.
âWell, yesâ¦youâre Saraiâs boyfriend, arenât you? I just guessed youââ
âYou guessed because I was here with Marrin and behaving in such a familiar manner that I must somehow be related to her, and you assumed for some reason I was here because of her daughter, who graduated today with your son.â His smile remained pleasant, his voice light, but heâd set down his plate and put an arm around Marrinâs shoulders.
Arlene looked confused, from Keane to Marrin and back again. âWell, yes.â
âMarrin is my wife,â said Keane without changing his tone.
If the womanâs face could have blushed any more crimson, Marrin didnât see how. Arlene Simpson stammered and stuttered and backed away like Keane had somehow insulted her when really, she was the one whoâd put her foot in her mouth.
It made Marrin feel no better to watch the other womanâs distress. Much of the time she could forget her husband was of a different race that didnât age the same way Earthers did. She aged every day. Keane did not.
âDonât let her bother you,â he murmured in her ear, his arm tightening around her waist that she was proud hadnât thickened in their years together. âShe didnât know.â
âI know.â
Marrin put on a smile, talking with the rest of the parents and well-wishers, but by the time the day was over she had a pounding headache from gritting her jaw. Tears stung her eyes as she sought the privacy of her bath chamber and splashed cold water on her temples. Sarai had gone to a graduation celebration, taking her sisters with her, and the quiet house was a balm to her strained nerves.
The sound of a whistling teakettle caught her attention and she lifted her head. She was too far from the kitchen to smell the udeji blossom tea, but she knew thatâs what heâd be preparing. She went to the kitchen and found her husband. Heâd set the table with her favorite mug, the teapot with steam curling from the ceramic top, and a plate of cookies. Heâd included a vase with a flower plucked from Saraiâs congratulations bouquet.
This simple act of caring moved her to tears. More emotion after a long, emotional day. The best part of it was she didnât need to explain herself to him. All she had to do was look into his eyes, and Keane knew just what to do to make it all better.
Or if not better, at least bearable. He took her in his arms and pressed his lips to her temple as he stroked her back. His fingers tangled in the hair falling over her shouldersâwhich she now noted with some distress was streaked even further with white. That the bleaching came from the sun and not just her age didnât help. They might all live on Lujawed, but most of them had come from Earth originally, and standards of beauty were the same.
âI thought it didnât bother me anymore.â
His lips curved against her. âIt shouldnât. Itâs only misconception.â
âI know.â
âIâm seven rotations older than you.â
âI know that,â she said, swatting him. âBut you donât look it.â
âAnd I never will,â Keane said gently. âBut that doesnât mean anything. Did you fall in love with me because of what