"I'm frightened," she said shakily. "I am frightened beside you," he murmured. "You? But why are you--" "Because you are sunshine. Because you make a glad song inside me. I have great fear that you will go away from me." He drew the blouse over her head and tossed it aside. Smiling, he smoothed her hair, then lifted its heavy length to resettle it around her white shoulders so it covered her breasts. Skimming his palms down her slender arms, he found the drawstring that held up her skirt and made fast work of untying the knot. " " She clutched her skirt. "What does that mean?" "I love you." "Oh, Hunter."