"What was your perfect line?" he asked. "It's just silly...." "No, tell me. I want to know." "It's just a line. A fantasy line. You can't steal it--it wouldn't be the same if I fed it to you. And if you use it on some other woman, I'm going to tell my Uncle Walt you did something horrible to me so he kills you." "Shelby, we're naked and just had unbelievable sex--death threats right now are rude. Mind your manners. Tell me the perfect line." She was quiet for a minute. She chewed on her bottom lip a little, thinking it over. Then in a very soft voice she said, "You're all I need. To be happy." Then she lifted her eyelids and connected with his eyes. She smiled shyly. "Just a line. Writing screenplays or romantic novels was once on my to-do dream list." He ran his hand over her honey hair. He kissed her temple. "Shelby," he said softly, "I think you're all I need to be happy." She looked at him for a long time. She smiled into his eyes. "In my fantasy, he doesn't say 'I think."