"Yes, Steve, I'm yours. I think I always have been, even before I knew
you."

"Even when you hated me?" he asked presently.

"Most of all, when I hated you," She laughed happily. "That was just
another way of love."

"We'll have fifty years to find out all the different ways," the man
promised.

"Fifty years. Oh, Steve!"

She gave a happy little sigh, and nestled closer.