He took her hand when she offered, and knew that he liked her. Olivia had turned out well. And they shared similar gifts, gifts that couldn't exactly be explained - what were the gifts a result of? Genetics? Chance? Something else entirely? He would be up until the sun rose, thinking it over.
"I'll make sure," he promised. "And I'd like to meet him, whenever you can introduce me. Because somehow I doubt you two are finished for good. Not at all, not over something like that." They waited all this time to find each other - and persevered, obviously, much to his dismay - but Pierce wanted to know more about Casper. Would he get the same uneasy feeling creeping up and down his spine if they were face to face?