She slid her hands under her head and listened, nodding, not about to pry at what had made him more free. If he wanted, he would tell her. She frowned at the last bit, shaking her head. "Y'aint no secret, ok? Aint nobody got a right t'tell me how t'live my life. I aint sayin' to go shoutin' off th'mountaintops, but this aint nobody's business but ours, Mark. There aint no secret to be kept or brag to go tellin'. What we do is 'tween you an' me." She freed a hand, tracing the outline of his jaw with the pad of a finger. "An' if anyone give you a hard time y'let me know, an' I'll threaten 'em with my Daddy."