"You're killing me. Come inside with me for a few hours." "No. Not yet," she said. Then she shrugged. "Sorry if I'm teasing you." He pulled away and dismounted. "Shelby, I don't think you're sorry. I think you're in control here, trying to make me sorry," he said, but he couldn't help smiling. "See you tonight. For a beer." "Maybe." "Come on," she laughed. "It's not possible I'm more brave than you. You've been in combat how many times?" "This is so different. This is a small town. You're a general's only niece." "Yeah," she said, taking Plenty's reins with a naughty grin. "Man up." *"