The Calm Before the Storm

WhiskeyTango looked at Harper and suddenly let out a soft laugh.

Her smile was like the first thaw of spring snow.

"You're always like this. You literally punch a hole in the sky, and then insist you were just bending down to pick up a dime," WhiskeyTango shook her head and started walking again.

"It's the truth," Harper shrugged, catching up with her.

"But..." WhiskeyTango's eyes sharpened again.