“And do you remember your promise to let me resume kissing you when we return home this evening?”
Her eyes danced. “Of course I do.”
He took her hand. “Then I do believe we have no reason to fear I will break with decorum during this waltz.”
“But you do promise to kiss me later?”
He leaned toward her and whispered softly, “My solemn vow.”
She set her hand in his. “I love you.”
“And I love you, my Gillian. With all my heart.”