"Saber. I could never love anyone but him," she says with the confidence of true love."Ah, and you wished to tell me off before I turn my grand design...s on him," I say sarcastically. I really do have a way with putting my foot in my mouth today."Well, maybe a little, but mostly because it is true," she says in all honesty.Universe guide me, have I found the most honest group of survivalists in the world?"Wow, I hope he knows that," I say back to her in order to check."Of course and he loves me,". Nor Christmas Eve.Nor Christmas Day, or the day after that, or the day after that, or the day after that.She did manage to get dressed on Sunday, but only because both she and John didn't feel that it was right to eat their Christmas dinner in bathrobes. It wasn't turkey, but John managed to find a couple of steaks in the freezer.It was quite the nicest Christmas she could remember; certainly the best she'd had in many years.It was Thursday before she made it back to her apartment on Point. Since this was one of our first trips together I really did not know what to expect or hope for. I felt Jo's hand on my thigh and tensed slightly, her smile warmed and relaxed me. It was torture trying to carry on a fairly technical business conversation while her finger tips and nails danced on my leg and occasionally openly on my arm. Holding the car door for Jo she sunk into the bucket seat slowly swinging her left leg into the car painfully slowly allowing me to clearly see that she had. ”“I will.” She went to the rental. Grandfather backed up a bit and looked at me.“I’ll give you a call after I get in touch with my friend and it’s all set up.”“Thank you for this. Have a safe trip.”I watched as they backed out of the driveway. It would probably be several months if not longer before I saw them again.As I changed for bed, I caught a glance at the championship belt sitting on my desk. It finally hit home that my fighting days were over. It was the right call, but I was still.