She’s not flinching. He’s kept her waiting. She’s not about to giggle or bat eyelashes. No, she’ll see his poker face and double it. Here she is in the novel: “The girl didn’t move for a moment. She stood in his way and looked him over slowly, from crown to toe. The way a man looked over a woman, not the reverse…. After she’d finished looking him over, she gave him a small insolent smile. As if he were a dolt, not Dix Steele.”