The following evening found him picking his way through his muddy backyard, seeking a private place. He ducked behind a large tree and dialed Jorick's number. Like last time, it rang multiple times before he finally answered.

"Oren? Is something wrong?"

"Yes!" He tried to calm himself as he whispered, "Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's Day!"

Jorick chuckled. "You've had second thoughts?"

"No! Of course not! What kind of man would - never mind. The problem is ...