"[Anna] In February, I woke up from a nap. A bouquet of flowers gathered from the various bushes and shrubs scattered around the island lay on the blanket beside me, a small length of rope wound around their stems. I found T.J. down at the shore. "Someone's been checking the calendar." He grinned. "I didn't want to miss Valentine's Day." I kissed him. "You're sweet to me." Pulling me closer, he said, "It's not hard, Anna." I stared into T.J.'s eyes, and he started to sway. My arms went around his neck and we danced, moving in a circle, the sand soft and warm under our feet. "You don't need music, do you?" "No," T.J. said. "But I do need you."