Cindy Dees

“Hey, English," she said softly. "Some hero you turned out to be. You know, you could've told me you were about to pass out down there in that tank. We'd have relieved you."
His eyes opened partway and he smiled up at her weakly. "Thought you'd go for the hero type. Wanted to impress you."
She reached up to smooth the damp hair off his forehead. "Oh, I'm impressed all right. Right down to my toes."
One corner of his mouth tilted up faintly. "Glad to hear it. I'm pretty impressed by you, too. Who'd have guessed? Women commandos..." His voice trailed off.
"Sleep now," she urged him quietly. "You and I are going to have all the time in the world to compare resumes once you're feeling better."
His eyelids cracked open a fraction, sluggishly, as if it was a tremendous effort to do so. "Promise?" he mumbled.
"Yeah. I promise.”
― Cindy Dees, Medusa Rising