It was almost comforting, this mutual acceptance of our secrets.

How did thie person-someone I'd imagined would be my polar opposite-always seem to find the things that would make me the happiest?

I should have proposed that night in your room." "I should have let you.

It was almost comforting, this mutual acceptance of our secrets.

The Angeles air was quiet, and for a while I laid still, listening to the sound of Maxon breathing.

We danced. Remember? I was so proud to have you there, in my arms,in front of other people. Even if you did look like you were having a seizure.

I’ve met nearly every woman in this room, and I can’t think of one who would make a better friend. I’d be glad to have you stay." My relief was inexpressible. "Do you think," Maxon asked, "That I could still call you ‘my dear’?" "Not a chance." I whispered.