Torchy is just as deliriously funny in these stories as he was in the previous book.
For she was in love—she knew it now—wildly, deliriously, gloriously in love with Owen.
She was too deliriously happy to speak, and the only words she could have said were, I love you, I love you.
That is to say, he was deliriously glad and he knew he ought not to be.
For a time, we must believe, ...