"So you think danger can be an aphrodisiac?"  Darius asked.  "Maybe for a thrill seeker.  Do you think that's what you are at heart, Jane?  A thrill seeker?"  He gave her an amused look.<br/><br/>"All I know was, when bullets were zipping past my head in Fallujah, I didn't feel thrilled.  All I felt was fear and a need to find the nearest foxhole to jump in.  I know there are soldiers who seek out combat.  I was never one of those.  I'm quite happy to have a somewhat boring life now.   And I hope it remains so."  Everything Darius was saying was a half-truth, at best.  If he had truly wanted boring, he wouldn't have gone from being a soldier to being a cop.  But he certainly couldn't tell Jane about his second career.  So he tried to project a different image of himself.<br/><br/>"By the way, Jane.  I don't think I've gotten your last name yet."  Darius decided it was time to change the subject.  It was true that she had his last name, but he didn't have hers.