"Neither do I," Maggie admitted freely, no fear in the declaration even though part of her is afraid, the part that has a direct link to the man in the grave, the one so bereft at the loss of his wife that it consumed him entirely.

Because it didn't matter. The future would bring what it would bring and she'd handle it when it did. For this moment, and all the ones forward, she would not deny herself this. She wouldn't deny him.

And she would give him what she'd never given another living soul.

"I love you, Jack."