page_392 < previous page page_392 next page > Page 392 his trousers, he pulled a sheet over them. She snuggled against him. He thought with satisfaction that she was a cuddler after all. "You didn't owe me an apology," he said. "Yes, I did," she murmured against his chest. "Don't argue with me. It's not an appropriate time." "I should apologize to you." She lifted her head and stared up at him, a wicked glint in her eye. "Not for anything you've done lately." "Glad to hear it." "That was a compliment, you know." "I know. Thank you." "You're welcome. For someone who's not quite alive, you have a very active body; did you know that?" Cad could hardly believe he was having this conversation. "You seem mighty comfortable with my condition this morning." He felt her stiffen, then relax once again against him. When she finally answered her voice was soft. "I decided that if you can be brave about it, so can I. After all, you're the one who's . . . in the condition." "Amy." "What? You sound serious." "I might not make my way through this all right." "Life's a challenge to everybody." Her fingers made small circles on his chest, concentrating on the vicinity of his heart. "Life . . . and death."  < previous page page_392 next page >