A sneak peek at "Reluctant Knight" (unedited):
To what do we owe this attack of nerves?" Sinclair's gaze drifted to where Richard rubbed at his middle. "Ah. She's going to learn of your perpetual itch and weak stomach. Awkward when you want to be her knight in shining armor."
"A bit melodramatic?" Richard stretched his fingers. "A few hundred years too late for knights."
"Who said she held my heart?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Lying to yourself. Might want to leave that trait in this room when you walk out the door. Glaring does not intimidate me."