““Schecter turned to MacRieve. “And what is your field, Dr…?” Despite the fact that he was a prince, he answered, “Mr. MacRieve. I’m here in a security capacity for my wife. She’s the beauty and brains—I’m the brawn.” She stiffened again at his calling her his wife. MacRieve had no idea how much that word bothered her. Schecter asked, “Why exactly would anyone need security?” “Are you jesting?” MacRieve asked. “You doona know?” He flashed an aggravated look at Travis, then said simply, “Because we’re in the bluidy Amazon.””
