A fan wrote: "It was erotic in a wholesome sort of way." Which may be why I sold it to both Analog magazine and Circlet Press' Sex Crime anthology.
From the moment they met, eye to eye, hands clasped over the same book, it was inevitable that they should fall completely in love and having done that, that they should marry. It was an archaeology book, which was fitting; both had Master's degrees in the subject and both were employed by Archaetech, one of the world's largest private archaeological corporations. It was a match made in heaven; they were intellectually equal, philosophically aligned, and theologically unified. They cried at the same movies, were inspired by the same authors, angered by the same injustices. They were, in a word, compatible. And more.
Archaetech was corporately pleased by their decision to wed; husband and wife teams were preferred for the long term digs. It was a perfect situation.