Savannah, Georgia, Sunday…

Bouncer turned lazily in bed. He smiled sleepily at the woman next to him. I could get used to this. Sandra's just about the best thing in my life right now. Sandra's eyes slowly opened and she smiled back at him.

"I think you need to fix me breakfast," she said.

He got up, his massive, naked frame making the bed creak. On the floor, he found his boxers and slipped them on. Foolish. You've been naked with this woman and you now get embarrassed? "You make the sausage, I'll make the pancakes. How 'bout that?"

"Oh, all right. I guess I have to show I can do something in the kitchen." She got up, noticing that he didn't take his eyes off her. "You're staring, Bouncer."

"You're beautiful, babe, simply beautiful." He tossed her a bathrobe. "Put that on before I forget about breakfast."

She laughed, and it was like music to his ears.

Later, over coffee after a breakfast fit for a pair of loggers, he took her hand.

"I think we should make this permanent, Sandra," he suggested.

"Is that a proposal, you big ox?"

"'Bout all my poetic self can come up with. I'm not big on romantic words and all the fineries, yet my intentions are honest. I'll dedicate my life to you, if you'll let me."