"I think you're going to break more hearts this spring than I'll be able to count." "It isn't your job to count them," he said, his voice quiet and hard. "No, it isn't, is it?" She looked over at him and smile wryly. "But I'm going to end up doing it all the same, won't I?" "And why is that?" She didn't seem to have an answer to that, and then, just when he was sure she would say no more, she whispered, "Because I won't be able to stop myself."