Roarke had to force himself not to snatch her up as she swept through the hallowed Senate halls. Members of the media were already leaping toward her, but she cut through them as if they weren't there. I like your style, Lieutenant Dallas, he said when they'd fought their way to the car. I like it a lot. And by the way, I don't think I'm in love with you anymore. I know I am.
Roarke observes Lieutenant Dallas as she maneuvers confidently through the Senate halls, impressively ignoring the eager media crowd. He feels a strong urge to take her in his arms but refrains, captivated by her poise and determination. After challenging their way to the car, he expresses his admiration for her assertive style.
In a playful twist, Roarke claims he no longer loves her, only to immediately affirm that he truly does....
