The war raged on, seemingly without end, and she was still a soldier fighting the good fight. Every now and then, Dallas Wyatt would think to herself what could happen between herself and Alicia Melchiott if things were much more peaceful.
A hand-in-hand stroll under the city lights? Too obvious, she thought.
Dinner at a fancy restaurant? Too subtle.
No. She felt that a quiet night at home, with nothing to disturb the two of them would suit her best. As long as "Miss Alicia" approved, and she could end the night with a kiss, Dallas would be forever happy.