I’m here strictly for business and being dissected does not appeal to me at all. If you want my real character I’ll tell you. I can fight for whatever I want and I’m hard as nails.
Both pictured a glamorous brunette, at least a dozen years older than herself. Beautiful but hard as nails, she’d thought then.
It was easy to see why any man would be beguiled by the woman, Lindsey found herself thinking. She was beautiful, with an air of fragility which, for all she suspected it hid a character as hard as nails, yet was guaranteed to bring out the male protective instinct.