"I would die again for you, Lucinda," he murmured. "I don't want you to die for me. I want you to live." Pulling his face down, she kissed him. Again and again, until he kissed her back with growing passion and until his body stopped shuddering. "I love you," she whispered against his mouth, knowing he wouldn't--couldn't--say it, himself. And then he surprised her. "I love you, Lucinda," he whispered back. "I wish I could be what you want." "She lifted her head to look him in his deep blue eyes. "You are what I want, Robert. Even before I knew."