She looked put together. Certainly not like someone who'd just gotten off a motorcycle. There was no helmet hair here. Just red. It made her look as dangerous as she was attractive. Which, of course, John liked. He never had been good at avoiding trouble.
"So they tell me," he agreed, tugging the knot of his tie a little looser at his throat before moving to rinse his hand in the sink. Best not to get blood all over the fruit. "But now and again there's some benefit to being the one bleeding."
The usual. That said absolutely nothing. John smiled all over again before offering her another strawberry. "The usual." It wouldn't be fun if only one person was playing, after all.