What can YOU say in six sentences?
In the mornings he liked to call her sugar dumplin and she didn't necessarily understand it, having never been in the presence of an actual sugar dumplin, but it sounded like melted butter when he said it.
"You want me to start a fire?"
"If you want to," but that was as good as yes because he always wanted to and she always wanted him to, not for the warmth but to watch his hands, weathered old crustaceans snapping at the kindling and worrying the geometry of the logs and pinching the match until the searing of the flame passed through that delicate sweet singe and into real pain.
The San Juans rippled brown and old across the windows at the back of the cabin and she felt the first easy smile of the fire on her neck and wondered how a woman could love the hands of a roughneck when everything else she chose to put against her skin was satin and feather, cocoa and breeze.
"I'm going to head into town for a few things, if you want to ride.”
She didn’t, and on the back porch she drank coffee and listened to the gossip of the wind in the high grasses and savored the waiting for the unmuffled gurgle of that rustbucket Jeep.