Doesn't surprise me," Nana snorted. "I wouldn't put anything past your late husband." "He's not dead, Nana." Nana sighed. "Hope springs eternal.

And for just a fleeting moment, a tiny wisp of time that hung in the air like fireflies in summer skies, she wondered if she was in love with him again.

Loving someone and having them love you back is the most precious thing in the world.

If it came down to that, I'd protect you in a heartbeat.

If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.

I think our love can do anything we want it to.

And suddenly she knew exactly why Catherine had fallen in love with him. It wasn't that he was unusually attractive, or ambitious, or even charming. He was partly those things, but more important, he seemed to live life on his own terms.