She was the kind of girl any guy could fall head over heels for in five seconds and I was trying to decide if she was on the up-and-up. We'd talked and sparred and laughed, yet I still knew nothing about her. And when she went to freshen up she hadn't just taken her purse, she had taken that valise as well. My head was telling me to be careful but my heart and a few other parts were ready to jump in with both feet. She was hard to size up. My gut, which was usually right, said she was okay. But not everything added up, and there was always a first time for my gut to be wrong.