I’m in love with you. Since the moment you walked out on the deck, nothing has been the same.” I refuse to cry, because I put on mascara while Ginny drove us back, and I don’t want to look like Alice Cooper. My eyes well in spite of my best efforts. “I love you too. But I think you’ve known that since I was about four.” He smiles. “I was 10. It meant slightly less to me than it does now.”
