QUOTE : Your wanderlust, or farfigneugan or whatever—that’s your siren’s song.” He tilted his head to one side then the other, as though studying me from different angles before adding, “I get that.” Again my heart bloomed, and I wanted to give him a similar gift. So I asked, “And yours is going fast? Is speed your siren’s call?” He shook his head and his smile fell away, even as he continued to study my face with his trademark intensity and focus. “No, Jessica,” he whispered, gaining a step forward and pulling me into his arms. “Then what is?” I lifted my chin. He didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed me.