“Okay, maybe not so much with the charm. Thanks, Mick.” And he turned for his helo.
Mickey caught his sleeve before he could move off. “Her name?” He nodded back over his shoulder toward the newbie.
“Robin something.”
“Like the bird?”
“Like,” that smooth female voice sounded from close behind him, “Robin Hood, who will put an arrow in your ass if you say Robin Red Breast.”
Mickey turned to face her. He decided that all of his first judgments at a distance were accurate, and at this close range, they were ten times more powerful—both the fine looks and the serious dose of attitude.
“Hi! Mickey Hamilton.” He held out a hand. “As long as it’s not a Firehawk you’re trying to ram up my ass, I’m fine.”
That earned a half smile; nice on the lips, not touching those crystalline, pure blue e
