]]>The first assassination attempt should probably not have come as a surprise. And, in a way, it didn't.
]]>Faint color painted her cheekbones and she gave him a mild glare. "Don't you start too. Gracia is bad enough, giving me those doting looks every time I turn around."
]]>"Lisa." The whisper drew her attention from his hands to his face, and her lips parted. Roy was looking at her—at nothing but her—with a focus she'd only ever seen when he faced mortal danger. Except that, where his eyes were cold, then, they were warm now.
]]>"Ross-kun," he murmured, not seeming to notice. "What do women really want?"
]]>It was a messy idea, a jury-rigged, special-dispensation way to disorder records and assignments. It proposed to bend regulations into pretzels without ever quite breaking their letter.
It was Mustang all over.
]]>"I've never met another woman who's so beautiful when she isn't trying."
]]>She really couldn't help a satisfied smile at the stunned realization spreading over Roy's face. To be perfectly honest, she didn't try all that hard.
]]>Hawkeye sniffed. "It was bad enough, dealing with bureaucratic idiots as an officer," she noted. "I'm not going to deal with them as a secretary."
]]>Clearly, Roy was heading for another superior who could spot him coming and going. This could be good or bad.
]]>A corner of her mouth twitched as she wondered what Roy would think if he knew that she'd learned half her officer skills from her family's bank manager.