Better to get it over with rather than let this particular sleeping dog lie, Connor decided.
She knew about what he was, now that he had a good look at her he was certain of that. Heather was still in her prime, but she wasn't in the first flush of youth that she'd been before Ramirez had entered their lives. He reached up and took hold of the hand on his cheek, pressing it to his lips for a moment before pulling it down gently and staring into her eyes.
"It's been mere moments or days for you, love, but it's been centuries for me. I'm nearly five hundred years old Heather. To me you are like a ghost, the dead come back to life."