" Placing an arm on Billy’s seatback, Hunter ran a finger up and down her sleeve. Fourteen years and five babies had made some changes, but his love and passion for her had grown to even greater heights. He ran an appreciative gaze over her form. She was all frocked up in one of her city dresses. This one had blue polka dots with a row of blue bows along the hem. “You look mighty pretty today,” he whispered. "
― Deeanne Gist , Fair Play (It Happened at the Fair, #2)