Maeve is nervous, although not in a way that makes her hesitate, not even for a moment. It's an anticipatory sort of nervousness, the kind that makes her hands shake a little as she lays them on Steve's arms.

He's so good with her. Gentle. That's no different than he always is and Maeve isn't surprise at all. He's the right choice. Everything he does makes her feel more and more certain of it with every passing day.

When he asks, she nods. Her fingers curl around his forearms and she smiles up at him, her lower lip between her teeth. "I'm ready," she answers. "You're doing brilliantly."