The Montana was an ever welcomed place for Niles and Daphne to get out of their wet clothes and take showers. He insisted that she take her shower first while he dried her clothes in the dryer, so he gave her a set of his silk pajamas to wear after her shower. While she showered, she assumed that he was drying her clothes. He wasn't.

Niles was dressed in a new set of clothes – dry clothes. When he heard the shower water stop, he soon bounded upstairs to the bathroom. He knocked on the door and turned his head away, to respect her privacy, as he opened the door a bit to hand a towel through it. "Here's your towel Daphne."

"Okay thank you." She took it.

Niles closed the door, but before he could walk away, he heard her call out.

"OH MY! Niles, you heated my towel in the dryer! I love you so much."

Niles stepped back to talk through the closed door. "It's just another way to say, 'I love you' darling."

"Oh, what have I ever done to deserve you? Oh, this is wonderful."

"I'll go dry your clothes now." He hurried off.

When Daphne came down stairs, she slowly descended the stairs in Niles' dark brown silk pajamas.

Niles, who was sitting on the couch, turned to see her. "WOW. You look incredible. I'll never be able to wear those pajamas again without the 'most happy' thoughts running wild in my mind."

Daphne smiled as he hurried over to give her a hug and a tender kiss on the neck. "That was such a nice hot shower, but I'm still a little chilled."

He pulled out of the hug to say, "Why don't you start a fire and I'll take my shower." He bounded upstairs like a madman in effort to get his shower over in order to rejoin her in the living room.

Daphne did a great job creating a nice warm fire. She brought her feet out of the soft fluffy white slippers Niles loaned her and she warmed her toes by the fire. She thought of how wonderfully lucky she was to be in love with Niles. They were clicking so well, she just knew in her heart that this was going to be a long, warm, and strong relationship. She caught herself grinning uncontrollably as she thought of him and what a wonderful dancer he was. And an awesome kisser for all that matter. It was so intensified in the rain. It was truly incredible. She held her hands out in front of the crackling fire to warm them, then rubbed them together and then wrapped her arms around herself to stay cozy. Where was that man of hers? She knew she was head-over-heals in love when she realized the man couldn't even take a single shower without her missing him so.

When he came down, he was dressed in a loose white shirt with baggy white Dockers pants. He hurried over to sit next to her and hold her.

She laughed. "I missed you."

He kissed her. "I think that was the fastest shower I've ever taken."

She stroked his hair and kissed him again.

The lights flashed and the thunder rolled. "Oh my," Daphne said.

He jumped up. "I'd better get some candles just in case we lose power." He quickly lit a few that were already set out. The rain was coming down harder now.

"I love the sound of the rain," she said in a romantic tone.

The silkiness in her voice stopped him in his tracks for a moment. Then he abruptly turned to the window. "Let's open the window so he can hear it better." And with that, he did.

"Won't some of the rain get inside?" she asked.

"This is the Montana. The windows have rain guard overhangs." He stepped back for a moment to observe the open window. "Perhaps I'll set a towel down just in case." And he did. The wind blew in. "Is it too cold now?"

"It is, but let's leave it. It's romantic."

He took a furry blanket from the cupboard and walked over to the couch where she now sat. "Let me make you something hot to drink. How about tea?"

"That would be wonderful."

He turned, but stopped short. "No. I'll be back with something better." He disappeared into the kitchen.

Daphne smiled as she wrapped herself in the blanket and lay down on the couch. She was so happy and so comfortable.