"Well, my job. At least most aspects of it." She took a deep breath before going on. "Horses. Hammocks. My Harley. My car. My parents. My sister and brother, Spring and Travis. Jane Austen. Dogs. Animals in general. ...And you." She wasn't afraid to say it anymore, since she had already basically told him that. It was okay that she had said so, she hoped. "Think that's a good enough list. I have more."