“Huh?” he said again.

“Look,” she said, playing with his thick, damp hair. “I was upset and a little confused. I loved Mark very much. I didn’t think I’d get to feel that again, much less for someone new. Imagine how it threw me when I realized I felt something even stronger. Something even more powerful. Jack, I was telling Mark I had moved on. I was saying goodbye—it was difficult. I’m not going to be a widow anymore, darling. I’m going to be a wife. This thing I have with you—it’s amazing.”

“Seriously?”

“I was in this high, emotional state,” she said with a shrug. “I was tired and pregnant. Jack, I love you so much. Can’t you tell?”

“Well…yeah,” he said, sitting up in the bed a little. “But I thought it was mostly physical. I mean—damn, Mel. We’re really good together. The way we come together, it almost makes me weak to think about it.”

“I don’t mind the physical part one bit,” she said with a mischievous grin. “But I love more about you than that. Your character, for one thing. Your generosity and how about your courage. Oh, there are about a million things, but I’m done talking now.”

She kissed him. “Now I want you to say something wonderful to me right before you tear this shirt off my body.”

He rolled her over onto her back and, looking into her eyes, said, “Mel, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m going to make you so happy, you won’t be able to stand it. You’re going to wake up singing every morning.”

“I already do, Jack.”