14
“How do you feel about walking?” Daniela asked as the plane rolled out of the hangar and headed to the runway. No sign of the llamas or burros.
“These boots were made for it,” Chad pointed at his feet.
Daniela, Tanya, and Silva looked at him nonplussed.
“Nancy Sinatra. These boots were made for walkin’…” he tried to sing it in a sultry Nancy tone, doing the whole hip swing-fake stomp-sexy shoulder shimmy thing. Still he got no reaction and heaved a sigh. Maybe if he was wearing a micro-mini and had some cute backup dancers. Please let Daniela keep thinking that he was just a goof of a good ol’ boy who could shoot better than other people out there.
He had no problem playing just a little bit dumb, but it was clear that didn’t come at all naturally to Tanya. Just don’t blow our cove
