While Hardison waited for Parker, he watched a couple in the parking lot: he, tall and lean; her, petite and lithe; their kiss as hot as the Miami air. They broke apart, then, with a speed Eliot would've envied, she hit him with a solid right before pulling him into another kiss.

A shout over the com-unit jerked Hardison's attention up, just in time to see Parker plummeting down the side of the building. Her harness jerked her to a stop inches above the pavement, and she grinned madly at Hardison.

He wondered if crazy had a preferred body type.