"Anyway, I'm not hurt. I'll be home for dinner." "As you wish," he said. My heart made a little jump. The tension in his voice eased. "You sure you don't need your Prince Charming to come and save you?" The knot in my stomach evaporated. My Prince Charming, huh. "Sure, do you have one handy?" "Oh, I think I could scrounge one up somewhere . . . As often as I have to rescue you . . ." "I'm going to kick you in the head when I get home. Repeatedly." "You could try. You probably need the exercise since you sit on your butt in the office all day." "You know what, don't talk to me." "Whatever you want, ."