“What you need are a pair of eyes and ears that are trained in threat assessment, a body capable of quickly and quietly neutralizing those threats, and a personality that’s a full-blown fiesta on legs.” I stretched my arms out. “Here I am, ladies. Triple threat.” “You didn’t mention the annoying and irrational confidence,” Ophelia sniped. I winked at her. “That’s just a free bonus.” Whitney cracked a faint smile as she gripped the little hand warmer pouch intended for hiking and frosty temperatures.
