sonia stood , shoulder blades against the logs of her family 's long thought lost but always beloved cabin , her used-to-be most favorite place in the world , with the heat of her dream man 's body hitting her own , her fingers curled on the solid , very real , muscle of his shoulder , his stubbled cheek against hers , his lips at her ear , his glorious voice calling her his `` baby doll '' and she could do nothing but nod .