“What?” I ask, arching an eyebrow. “Times like these remind me why I can’t give up women. Something about a girl with a gun, and right now, you’re every nerd’s comic-book-sexy fantasy girl.” I roll my eyes. “Seriously! The tight pants, all the guns, the sleeveless shirt—” “All meant for functionality,” I state dryly. “Still doesn’t shatter the illusion.”
