Pete watched the slight woman head for the massive helicopter. Even the bulk of the flightsuit couldn’t beef her up. She stood several inches shorter than his six feet. Call it five-eight. Her boot size was small and her hands had looked fine and delicate as she held up the three fingers. But he’d also been able to easily see the one-finger salute she’d been considering. He liked spunk, especially when he was being an asshole and deserved it. She also had an education, though it remained to be seen if she had brains to go with it.
Then she had dug up that laser bright smile. He’d figured her as over-educated and dour. Getting a smile for a comic book reference was the last thing he’d expected. And one that shifted her face from merely beautiful to…
He sure as hell wasn’t going to follow
