The shield covers her expression, but I don’t need to see her face to know she’s smiling. I’d bet my life savings it’s a real one, too. Not the flirty facade she used on me to sneak into the venue earlier. Not the smartass one she wore as armor when she ran into Dodge and the rest of the band after the show. Nah. This one’s for her. And for some reason I can’t explain, my chest puffs up in pride. I put it there. That smile. Me.
