Jean offered Lucien his whiskey and then sat down next to him on the settee, cuddling up to his side. Lucien dropped a kiss to the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her shoulder, content to simply hold her close.
But something weighed on Jean's mind. "Patrick Tyneman said the strangest thing to me today. He said we were meant to be." She twisted in his arms and looked up at him. "Do you think we are? Meant to be?"
Lucien thought carefully for a moment and then pulled her impossibly closer to his body. "I don't know if we were meant to be. I think we were meant to find each other, meant to help heal each other, meant to love each other. But we did the work to get to this point. Destiny brought us together and then we worked to stay together."
Jean turned her face into his chest to hide her pleased smile. Another kiss to the top of her head and then his last, final confession for her to hear: "But I know without a doubt you were meant for me, Jean, as I was meant for you."