Adrian Quincy coaxed her gently, "Claire, I know you're very clever with this sort of thing, but I don't want you taking any risks for me. Just stay safe, be a journalist—a warrior for peace in a peaceful era. That's more than enough."
'So to him, a journalist is a warrior for peace in a peaceful era...'
'Does that mean I'm already a warrior in his eyes?'
Claire Sinclair's heart fluttered with joy at the thought. An irrepressible smile touched her lips, and her complaint came out sugar-sweet. "I mean, not only did I save you today, but I also saved a baby. And instead of praising me, you want to confiscate my tools? Is this any way to treat your hero?"
"What do you want? I can satisfy you."
"I want you."
"Right now?"
Claire Sinclair's face flushed, and she quickly corrected herself. "Not *want* you, I mean I want you to spend time with me. Even if it's not for a whole day, an hour would be great."
"In bed?" Adrian Quincy teased deliberately.
