She actually timed him. As she watched him talking with the woman behind the counter, she kept one eye firmly on her watch. But in no time at all, he was moving back toward her, a scrap of paper in his hand and she was staring at him in shock.
"You okay, Falacci?"
"Under three minutes."
"What?"
"It took you less than three minutes to flirt the information out of that woman."
Logan frowned.
"Damn. I must be losing my edge."
"What?"
He grinned at her with a boyish charm that still amazed her.
"Should have only taken two minutes."