“Oh yes,” she said. “Oh yes.”
“I wrote it for you.”
She gave him a radiant smile, “I just thought of another verse.”
An eyebrow went up.
She sang in an easy western twang, ‘ I don’t know nothin’ better than a fetlock with its horse.”
“A team,” he said. “We make a great team. What’s a fetlock anyway?”
She just grinned up at him. He stroked his fingers over her soft skin. He began kissing her and didn’t stop for a very long time. When he was finally on the edge of sleep, he wondered what she’d play for him first on the new Steinway grand piano that was being delivered tomorrow.