"I like your confidence, friend." He had another sip. No, Thor was right, sometimes who could be misconstrued as weak and helpless could be an adder in a pretty dress. He knew better than to judge a person by looks. Hell, looking at some of the best thieves he'd ever known, nobody would have thought they were. They would have seen pretty, forlorn girls whose doelike eyes weeped while their fingers loosened up satchels and stole billfolds.

Then again, sometimes a cover very precisely detailed what the book was between its panels. "I hope you're right. Tell me about your brother. Seems you and him get along well."