He'd rolled his eyes. "First, middle, and last names are not for life stages."
"Then what does Tiberius mean?"
"It means a long and ultimately dull story."
Gaila had tossed her red curls back, "I know."
"Oh?"
A long, freshly black-lacquered nail traced circles on his bare chest. "An acronym. T is for…" Her lush mouth pursed, "tempting."
"Of course. And?"
"I? I is for idealistic."
"Interesting. Go on."
"Beautiful. Earnest. Raunchy—"
"Hey!"
She grinned. "Shush! Intelligent. Unsurpassed. Sexy."
"You did know!" He'd exclaimed. And she'd laughed…
Kirk's fingertips slid from the name carved into the stone memorial wall.