Hannah rolled her eyes. She'd seen enough boys with bruises during the war, Michael included, to not find them remotely thrilling. He was cute though, with his winning smile. "Appear? Are you letting me in on a secret here, Mick? Is treasure hunting really quite a tame pursuit? Don't dash my delusions."
She stared at the remaining amber liquid in her glass as she swirled it around lazily before finishing it off and slamming it down on the bar.
"Yeah?" she asked with a shrug and a half smile that didn't come close to reaching her eyes. "I've had a fair amount of practice myself."