Surely he wasn’t so self-aware as to do it on purpose, was he? Disarm us by being like that? And the mustache? Was it…part of the act? I dismissed that idea almost immediately. All the while, Nedd continued to grin at me. “Nedd,” Kimmalyn whispered loudly, “don’t smile so much. She’s trying to brood. You’re ruining the moment.” “Oh,” he said. “Why?” “She says she’s dangerous.” “She’d better be!” he replied. “I mean, it’s her job. Hey, want to play poker later?” “Bless your stars,” Kimmalyn said.
