Wilke had pretty much reverted to caveman by then and couldn't manage more than a grunt in agreement. By this time, though, he figured actions meant about as much as words, so he scooped her into his arms and carried her the few feet to his bed.

Seconds later they were side by side facing each other, him propped on his elbow and looking down at her flushed face. A fingertip traced her cheek and he waited until she was looking at him to speak. "You're so beautiful."