He felt himself floating on a wave of audacious self-confidence. “Say it, then. Every teeny bit of it.”
“Every teeny bit of it,” she whispered.
“That means June Tolliver too.” The look in his eyes flooded her with love.
“June Dillon,” the girl corrected in a voice so soft and low he scarcely made out the words.
He caught her in his arms. “You precious lamb!”
They forgot the rest of the catechism. She nestled against his shoulder while they told each other in voiceless ways what has been in the hearts of lovers ever since the first ones walked in Eden.