he knew she was disappointed , but the gardens wouldnt bring him any closer to finding the cello painting . how much sweeter is the mix of river smells and fresh air up there ? he picked that hour out of the air . and then she leaned forward , and kissed him with such warmth and affection , it reminded him how much he loved her , how much he had done for her , and how much he still would do . they looked at her , but they didnt seem to care much about that , either . 