She stood beneath the wide-open sky when he was done, head tilted back, eyes fixed on the bright glow of Paradisus in the distance. “The rest of the job should be a little more finessed than this,” she said without looking back at him. “We’ll have more eyes on us up there.”
“Finesse seems more your style.”
A ghost of a smile curved her mouth. Even with the wind sluicing around them, her beauty beguiled him. It always had. “I like to think of myself as a woman of many talents.”
“As you should.”
“And you?”
“What about me?”
“Are you a man of many talents?”
She posed the question without a hint of irony, flirtatious rather than curious. He had to swallow the hope it could have offered and pray the need to know would eventually overtake her.
“You’ll have to stick around to find out.”
Laughter bubbled from her lips. It was the purest sound he had ever heard, music he’d thought forever lost.
The hope returned, stronger than ever. 3: Don’t Let Me Down