" So would I, Tom, but you can understand her worry." Yes of course." I just wanted you to know, Tom, how very grateful Millie and I are." Thanks, Ben... She's a special girl. I'm sure you're proud of her." We are, Tom. Indeed we are. Thank you again. I won't take more of your time. Goodbye." Goodbye, Ben."Briony had overheard Tom's side of the conversation. "Susie's dad?" Yes." And he and his wife are grateful."Tom nodded."And she's worried about telling her fiasco." Yes." Well don't you worry. We stared at each other for a moment, each of us spellbound at the sight of one another. Finally, a slow smile broke across his face. "Aren't you even going to say hi, sexy?" he asked, chuckling a bit. And all at once, the spell was broken, my mind woke up, and I smiled back at him. "Hi, sexy!" I replied, gently laughing. "Well, are you going to come in or are you going to stand out there all night?" I asked as I winked at him. And with that, he grinned as he entered my home. I closed the door,. I’m not bragging when I say that we have one of the great love stories. We met when we were in college, at a sorority mixer. The irony is that we went to different colleges that are fierce rivals, but my sorority and the chapter of his fraternity at my college were sort of a pair. We were both a little out of the social mainstream, in that we were more interested in a well-rounded education, not to mention that we threw the best parties on campus. OK, I’ll admit it, we were the hellraisers,. "I'm a good, sturdy farm girl." I like sturdy," Adam admitted with a wink. "Sturdy is good." Thanks," I said laughingly; somehow Adam made me feel sexy, despite my sturdiness. When he wrapped both arms around me I just about stopped breathing."Why'd you become a journalist?"I considered for a moment. "Insatiable curiosity, I suppose; I've always asked a million questions, even when I was a kid."Adam chuckled deeply. "Yeah, I noticed that."I ran a finger up Adam's forearm and over one of his.