Saturday morning began much the way Friday night had ended. Galen woke to the magnificent sensation of Lydia warm and soft and draped across his chest. They weren't in her too tiny bed either, but in his big comfortable nest. Life was good.

He wondered if she'd heard those last words he'd murmured as they'd drifted off to sleep. He'd meant them but he still kind of hoped she hadn't heard. He knew he was being a coward but he just wasn't ready to go public yet. Not even with ...