““You will be glad to know that Mary has made something special for dinner." "Something edible, I hope." Her lips twitched. "Absolutely." "Then it's doubly a pity that I don't want dinner this evening." The hunger that roared through him had nothing to do with food. "No dinner? But Mary-" "Are you hungry?" She gave an odd flicker of a smile. "I couldn't eat anything now if my life depended on it." Her admission relaxed his taut nerves. She was as affected as he was. Good. That's how it should be.””
