I watch him quietly, unnoticed.

It started simply. He was a gambler and a swindler, not to be trusted. So I didn't.

Suspicion and hostility marked my feelings for him.

But the more I watched, the more I saw. Beneath the expensive clothes, the gentleman's manners, there was courage and honesty, camaraderie and compassion.

He stole my heart with his sparklin' green eyes and wide, cunning grin. But how do I tell him that? How do I let him know he's brought the light and laughter, the passion back to my dark, lonely life?

Is "I love you, Ezra." enough?