She looked me up and down, then shook her head. “I’ve heard about you. I have to say, the looks don’t fit the stories, but then I guess that gives you an advantage, doesn’t it? I mean, people see me coming and figure I can do some damage, but they see you and think pretty little thing. I bet you have more confirmed kills than I’ve got knockouts.” “Maybe, but the day’s still young,” I said. She laughed—one of those huge laughs where your head goes all the way back. “I like her,” she said to Ida Belle. Thank God. Although I really hoped liking me didn’t mean I was in for a hug.
