“Normal people spend fortunes on fake psychics and palm readers,” she said. “Why wouldn’t smart people of talent pay for the real deal? I bet all of the singles who work for the Foundation will want to sign up, to say nothing of people who have grown up and moved away from Fogg Lake. Then there are the residents of my hometown, Quest. There’s also the underground market of people who are in the hot artifacts trade. The go-betweens. Collectors. Dealers. The world is waiting for my unique services.”

North smiled. “Spoken like a true entrepreneur.”

“If I don’t have faith in my own ability, no one else will.”

“True. Where do you propose to open your matchmaking business?”

“I can run it from anywhere, but every applicant will have to pass a background check. I’ll hire Lark and LeClair to do that for me. Then I’ll have to have a personal consultation in order to assess the stability of the candidate’s aura and figure out what kind of aura would pair well with it. I’ll need to develop a large but select roster of clients. The more people who sign up, the greater the odds of finding good matches.”

“You’ll need an office for that. You can’t invite strangers into your home.”

“Good point,” Sierra said. “I’ll discuss it with Victor Arganbright. I bet I can convince him to give me space at Foundation headquarters. Clients who don’t live in the area will have to fly to Las Vegas for an appointment, but I don’t think that will stop most people who are serious about finding the right mate.”

“If anyone can talk Victor Arganbright into setting up a psychic matchmaking service, it’s you.” North pulled her into his arms. “Now let’s get back to us.”

“Okay.” Sierra put her hands on his shoulders and gave him an expectant smile. “What specifically did you want to talk about?”

“I never got an answer to my question this evening. Do you think you could be happy here in the Abyss?”

Her eyes got deeper and more mysterious. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Yes,” she said. “I could be very happy here.”

“Be honest.” He glanced around. “It’s the mirrors, isn’t it?”

“They are a very nice feature,” she admitted.

He took a deep breath. “I love you, Sierra Raines. I fell in love with you that first night when we met at the Vault. I know you’re afraid that my feelings might be based on gratitude, but I am very sure that isn’t the case. I do know the difference between gratitude and love. I realize it’s too soon to ask you to marry me, but will you move in here with me? Get to know me? Give me a chance to prove that my feelings for you are real?”

“I love you, North. And no, it’s not too soon to ask me to marry you.”

A rush of euphoria flashed through him. He pulled her back into his arms.