"So everything they said about her wasn't an exaggeration," Loker commented.
Cal was deep in thought, staring out at the conference room glass and beyond. He didn't respond.
"Cal?" Gil tried. "Do you think she'll really be an asset? Her training is a little…unorthodox…" she trailed off. Apparently training at one of the top facilities, a rival group, without a college degree was "unorthodox".
The British man had never seen someone so in control of their facial expressions. He did think she could be a benefit to the team, but that was not the primary concern at the moment. At this moment, he was trying to analyze the multi-faceted micro-expression on Sophie's face when she had first met him.
He ruled out negative emotions. There was surprise, but it didn't seem like the bad sort. There was lust and while that was a new one for him, it didn't irk him as much as the part of her expression he couldn't decipher.
Cal decided it must be respect. Nothing else made sense.
The other problem was how easily she had won him over, just by communicating without words. He was beginning to feel he may have finally met someone he could have a complete non-verbal conversation with…and he'd always said he would marry that person.
She was attractive, no doubt. Her fuller figure and classic features seemed to compliment him better than Gillian's high-end style. He loved Gillian, no doubt, but he knew she was still in love with her ex-husband. Damn foolish that was.
Realizing he'd got caught up in his thoughts, Cal turned to Gil, "I think she'll fit in perfectly."