Diane took Harry's hand and traced the line of his fingers. She carefully avoided the swollen skin near the I.V. port near his wrist, and gently stroked his arm.

Closing her eyes, she flashed back to their night at the hotel. She loved the way they had held each other under that shower; her head fitting just below his chin. The sound of the water rushed past them but she could hear clearly every provocative whisper he made; saying words that thrilled and comforted her at the same time.

For some strange reason the way he touched her made her remember part of the vows she had heard at a friend's wedding. The words had seemed very strange at the time, but now she thought she understood. "With my body, I thee worship."

That's how Harry made her feel. But can you trust a feeling? How would they do together, now that the crisis was over and the day to day grind of real life took its place?

Lost in thought, she didn't notice that Harry was now awake and thoroughly enjoying the view as Diane continued to caress his hand.