He stood up, looking at her for a moment, his face cool and expressionless. And then his eyes warmed.
He reached for her, and without thinking she ran into his arms.
His mouth came down on hers with such casual, automatic intimacy that she knew it was going to be all right. She reached out and ran her fingers through the tangle of hair at the back of his neck. He drew back slightly, and his smile was brighter than the blazing sun.
“Hullo, yourself,” he said.
“I love you.” And winter was over at last.