He wrapped his arm around her slim waist and gently lifted her when she kissed his lips, returning the soft, tender kiss.

"I have no idea, pretty girl, but you have the patience of a saint for even thinkin' about it." It was soft and gruff, but warm, adding a wink. Then he leaned in and rested his forehead against hers and smiled softly toward her, but with a hint of sadness to it.