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fanciful.”
    He rolled to his side and propped himself up on his elbow, using his free hand to brush a lock of hair from her face. “I was never fanciful before this day,” he said, his voice serious. “I never wanted to be. But now…” He paused, as if searching for that impossible mix of words that would precisely convey what was in his heart. “I can't explain it. It's as if I can tell you anything.”
    She smiled. “Of course you can.”
    â€œNo, it's more than that. Nothing I say sounds odd. Even with my closest friends I cannot be completely forthcoming. For example—” He suddenly jumped to his feet. “Don't you find it astounding that humans can balance on their feet?”
    Victoria tried to sit up, but her laughter forced her back down.
    â€œThink about it,” he said, rocking from heel to toe. “Look at your feet. They're very small compared with the rest of you. One would think we would topple over every time we tried to stand.”
    This time she was able to sit up, and she looked down at her feet. “I suppose you're right. It is rather amazing.”
    â€œI've never said that to anyone else,” he said. “I've thought it all my life, but I never told anyone until now. I suppose I worried people would think it was stupid.”
    â€œI don't think it's stupid.”
    â€œNo.” He crouched next to her and touched her cheek. “No, I knew you wouldn't.”
    â€œI think you're brilliant for having even considered the idea,” she said loyally.
    â€œTorie. Torie. I don't know how to say this, and I certainly don't understand it, but I think I love you.”
    Her head whipped around to face him.
    â€œI know I love you,” he said with greater force. “Nothing like this has ever happened to me, and I'll be damned if I let myself be ruled by caution.”
    â€œRobert,” she whispered. “I think I love you, too.”
    He felt the breath leave his body, felt himself overtaken by such powerful happiness that he couldn't keep still. He pulled her to her feet. “Tell me again,” he said.
    â€œI love you.” She was grinning now, caught up in the magic of the moment.
    â€œAgain.”
    â€œI love you!” The words were mixed with laughter.
    â€œOh, Torie, Torie. I'll make you so happy. I promise. I want to give you everything.”
    â€œI want the moon!” she shouted, suddenly believing that such fancies were actually possible.
    â€œI'll give you everything and the moon,” he said fiercely.
    And then he kissed her.

Chapter 2
    T wo months passed. Robert and Victoria met on every occasion, exploring the countryside, and whenever possible, exploring each other.
    Robert told her of his fascination with science, his passion for racehorses, and his fears that he would never be the man his father wanted him to be.
    Victoria told him of her weakness for romantic novels, her ability to stitch a seam straighter than a yardstick, and her fears that she would never live up to her father's strict moral standards.
    She loved pastries.
    He hated peas.
    He had the appalling habit of putting his feet up when he sat down—on a table, a bed, whatever.
    She always planted her hands on her hips when she was flustered, and never quite managed to look as stern as she hoped.
    He loved the way her lips pursed when she was annoyed, the way she always considered the needs of others, and the mischievous way she teased him when he acted too self-important.
    She loved the way he ran his hand through his hair when he was exasperated, the way he liked to stop and examine the shape of a wildflower, and the way he sometimes acted domineering just to see if he could rile her.
    They had everything—and absolutely nothing—in common.
    In each other they found their own souls, and they shared secrets and thoughts that had heretofore been impossible to express.
    â€œI still look for my mother,”