Claire Sinclair moved her lips, but she didn't know how to reply.
'Even after he said all that, I'm still the weak one...'
Adrian Quincy gazed into her soft, watery eyes, not letting her look away. "You can't keep up with my pace. It's not that you're incapable; I'm just too fast."
He paused, then deliberately added, "If you think Logan Linden's speed is what's normal, I'll try my best to slow down that much for you next time so you can adjust."
"…"
'Why do I get the feeling this conversation is going off the rails?!'
"Claire, when I love someone, I won't let her grow old alone. The day you're old, I'll be a wrinkly old man too. When that time comes, I hope I can still be holding your hand as we grow old and pass away together. That's the kind of love I believe in."
"…"
'So... has he really fallen in love with me?'
Claire Sinclair stared dazedly into his deep, affectionate eyes. "The way you put it... I think I'm starting to understand."
"Are you sure you understand?"
