She slid off of the bike, three-inch stiletto heels digging into the blacktop of the parking garage, and ran her hands through her thick, lustrous mane of mahogany hair, making it more pleasantly tousled than windblown. With Joe, the same movements had been to get him to notice her beauty. With Tommy, she did it to emphasize the fact that nothing ruffled her tough exterior.

"What do you have on you that would set them off?" she asked, pointedly not giving him a straight answer.