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Taz still held her intercom headset in her lap after Miranda took her picture and sent it to whoever. She turned to Mike, who slid one ear of his own headset aside and leaned close.
“How long does it take?”
“To do what?”
Taz glanced toward Miranda, “To stop underestimating her.”
Mike laughed, “The twelfth of never.”
She could believe that easily enough.
Mike’s kind of skill with people or Holly’s fighting speed could be underestimated. But, while impressive, they were the sort of skills that, once understood, ceased to dazzle.
Miranda? Maybe not so much.
Jeremy had some of that, but mostly because he was so humble that he was easy to overlook. Humble? Or maybe he simply didn’t know how good he was?
There was no question that he’d saved her life at the airshow when the thick se
