“Rather common, I would think.”
“Oh, sure.” I kissed him, because his face showed every emotion connected to the fond remembrance of that snowy night. He narrowed his eyes to see it better in the distance, as if such was possible. The humor behind his confession came with a glint, and the raise of one brow, and how much he loved me, that was always evident, when he found my gaze and captured it, as if staring right into my soul. Patrick’s words and actions left me with nothing to fear there, and the way he licked his lips told me something as well. He wanted to do more than kiss. “Well, I don’t feel anything close to anxiety now,” I said, running my hands down the prickliness of newly sprouting orange fur that covered his body. “Nothing but calm and peace. As for our wedding day, maybe we
