"I cannot give you a wedding," he acknowledged. Robin had looked at the matter from every direction, and it seemed an impossibility. A braver man might have done it, a bolder man, but privately, Robert Rowle knew his own limitations. "But I can give you a marriage, if you will have me."

She deserved more—the sun, the moon, and the sky in which they hung. This, though, this was within Robin's power to give. A small but heartfelt offering to the woman who had swiftly stolen his heart.

"We can live here, go to Canada, live with the tribes in Africa, I care not—so long as we are together, and you are my wife. Nothing would bring me greater joy."