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  "Mmmmm." Sarah kissed his chest soothingly, and that was good because his chest needed soothing. Mere moments earlier it had boasted five lone hairs growing in one small isolated patch. Now those hairs were gone, victims of female whim and quick fingers.

  "Do you hear them?" she whispered, crawling higher on his body until her lips touched his ear. "The birds are waking and singing us a song of joy. You can hear a primbol singing 'It's Morning! It's Morning!' and the sparrows are crying 'Happy Day! Happy Day!' Is it a happy day, love?" She kissed his ear gently.

  Aaron turned his head to nuzzle her shoulder. "It is. Sarah, I want you to know. I do love you."

  She pulled up higher so she could look down at him. "Do you? I didn't know. You never really said until last night, and I wasn't sure if you were speaking true or just being polite in a moment of passion."

  "I wasn't entirely sure what I felt until a couple of days ago," Aaron admitted. "I knew you excited me. I knew I wanted you and wanted to be with you. I knew you mattered to me--but hon, I have never felt love before. I wasn't sure if what I felt was love or only a case of indigestion until--"

  "Until Cathy left us," she finished. "I loved her, too. I even spent a couple nights with her, and I hoped the two of us could marry you at the same ceremony, but that didn't happen, and she has missed out by choosing second best."

  Rolling off him, she pulled him around until he leaned over the bare shape of her body. "Enough of that. Let's talk about me. Husband, you've been trying to get an eyeful of me for a long time so you might as well get an good look now. I hope you like what I have, but I'm afraid the goods are damaged. After all, I'm not as pretty as Kit, and I'm not as young as Cathy."

  Aaron let his eyes roam, and yes, her body was not traditionally beautiful. A small puckered scar, remnants from a knife wound, marred her left shoulder. Another scar, long and jagged, traveled diagonally from the inside of her left breast to the bottom of her right ribs. A third scar, angry red and puckered, marred the smoothness of her right thigh for several inches. That scar said she had been touched by fire at some point in her past.

  "Well, Kit has some scars too." Sarah's eyes laughed at him. "They just aren't as big as mine."

  "I didn't look closely enough to see if Miss Hawks has scars." Aaron said primly. "From what I recall, you had more opportunity to notice her attributes than I ever did."

  Sarah ran her eyes down his body. "You sure noticed something, Bucko, because just saying her name sussed you out. Men don't get that reaction from the sight of a woman's eyes, and I saw more than a little of that reaction on you because of Miss Hawks while we were in Jefferson."

  "Due to nothing but a pure hormonal response to being in your presence. Miss Hawks' appearance had nothing to do with it."

  "Bull crap," Sarah laughed. "You fellows will react to the sight of an old hag on her deathbed."

  Aaron laughed at her. "I do believe you are sidestepping the subject. Tell me true, Mistress Turner, you are attracted to our young kitten. In fact, I think you were far more interested in what she had to show than I ever was."

  "Maybe I was," Sarah teased. "Maybe I wasn't. You will have to ask me that question later. As for right now…" She rolled him on top of her. "We have better things to do than to talk, and we have to be up and out of here in half an hour 'cause I made an appointment for you. I suggest you hurry up with what I have planned because you only got ten minutes before we have to get dressed."