“I was willing to give up the Stars for you,” he reminded her, his expression shrewd. “But I guess that’s not good enough …”

“Oh, yes …” Kevin without the Stars was unthinkable.

He didn’t take his eyes off her. “So I’ll have to give you something more.”

“Not necessary.” She smiled her love at him. “You passed the test.”

“Too late.” He grabbed her hand and began pulling her back toward the campground. “Come on, sweetheart.”

“No, really, Kevin. It’s all right. I was just—It’s the fire-alarm thing. I know it’s neurotic, but I wanted to be sure you really loved me. I—”

“Could you walk a little faster? I’d like to get this over with so we could start working on one of those babies you mentioned.”

A baby … And this time it would be all right. She realized he was pulling her toward the beach. “You don’t have to—”

“We’d better take one of the rowboats. Not that I don’t trust you in a canoe, but let’s face it, you’ve got a spotty record.”

“You want to go out on the lake? Now?”

“We have unfinished business.” He led her onto the dock. “You’re still looking for that great romantic gesture.”

“No I’m not. Really! I’ve already had the most romantic gesture you could possibly make. You were willing to give up the Stars for me.”

“Which didn’t impress you.”

“More than you can imagine. I’ve never been so impressed.”

“Could have fooled me.” He stepped down into the rowboat tied to the end of the dock, then pulled her in with him. “Apparently I still haven’t met the Dan Calebow Standard.”

“Oh, but you have.” She sat on the seat. “I was just being … careful.”

“You were being neurotic.” He untied the line and picked up the oars.

“That, too. So do we really need to take to the high seas?”

“Oh, yeah.” He began to row.

“I didn’t mean it. When I said I didn’t love you.”

“You think I don’t know that? And you can tell me how romantic I am when we get to the middle of the lake.”

“I’m not being critical, but I don’t imagine you’ll be able to do anything too romantic out there.”

“That’s what you think.”

She loved him so much that it wasn’t hard to humor him. “You’re right. Rowing us to the middle of the lake is a very romantic gesture.”

“I do know my romance.”

He didn’t have a clue about romance, but this sweet-talking son of a preacher man knew everything there was about love. Daphne rippled on his chest with the movement of his muscles as he rowed. “I like your T-shirt.”