“Ivory…Dove,” he repeated, still examining her hand. His rich deep voice made her name sound like some exotic far away place, perhaps an island:<em>Ivery Doav.</em><br/><br/>He laid her hand across the palm of his right hand, while his left hand slid over the back of hers, his fingers slipping through her fingers to clasp his palm againt the back of her hand. Looking deeply into her eyes, he began to glide his palm against the back of her hand in a way that could not have been lost on her.<br/><br/>