You've always been my equal, Roza.

It’s Adrian Ivashkov logic. Don’t try to understand it. Just roll with it.

Longing surged up within me. I wanted it. Oh God, I wanted it. I didn't want to hear Jerome chastise me for my "all lowlifes, all the time" seduction policy. I wanted to come home and tell someone about my day. I wanted to go out dancing on the weekends. I wanted to take vacations together. I wanted someone to hold me when I was upset, when the ups and downs of the world pushed me too far. I wanted someone to love.

And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster.

My life was split by two worlds, but he kept me whole.

You were wrong. She really is the new general in town." I smiled back, hoping he wasn't aware of my body's reaction to us standing so close. "Maybe. But, it's okay. You can still be colonel." He arched an eyebrow. "Oh? Did you demote yourself? Colonel's right below general. What's that make you?" I reached into my pocket and triumphantly flashed the CR-V keys I'd swiped when we'd come back inside. "The driver," I said.

I think it’s more like a shirt that says, ‘I’m going to have to end this date early so I can go prepare my Power Point presentation