She looked into his face and caught the clear, steel-gray eyes gazing into heres. The strong face, no longer muddy-brown but tanned cleanly by a summer sun, was almost classic in its masculine beauty. The wide, firm mouth was gentle, and she already knew that it could smile in such a way as to make her feel...strangely weak. After all, she was a mature woman, not an in-experienced child.
1964.