"Do you love me?" He reformed her question, and her stomach knotted. Now, he asked too much of her. "I asked you first," she whispered. She swallowed her regret, a wall erecting between them. He wanted those words from her, but she couldn't say them. For in saying those three words, she'd commit herself to this, to him, and that was the trouble. She'd said the vows - to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, 'til death...