" Do you love me?" James asked suddenly "Yes. I do." I didn't even have to think about it. It was so freeing "I love you, too," he replied. "I've never said that to anyone before." It was so hard to believe. "Really?" He grinned and gazed out the window. "Well, except my first motorcycle, Ramona. But she was a Ducati, so you can blame me. In fact, I think I might have loved her more than I love you." I punched James in the spot between his chest and shoulder. "