"What's your favorite sport, Zack?" Zack tipped her chin up. "My favorite sport," he said in an aching, husky voice he scarcely recognized as his own, "is making love to you." Her eyes darkened with a love she wasn't trying to conceal from him anymore. "What's your favorite food?" she asked shakily. In answer, Zack bent his head and touched her lips in a soft kiss. "You are."