Cooper had whistled his way through a couple bars of the James Bond theme before Sarah's revelation sank in. He spluttered to a halt and looked down at Sarah, one eyebrow leaping.<br/><br/>"Wait," Cooper said, "You what? How old were you when you started college, twelve?" It was no surprise Sarah had brains, but how had she had time? He had always been a terrible judge of ages, but Sarah's almost babyfaced appearance had given him the impression she was barely into her twenties.<br/><br/>"Well, well," he muttered, running his fingers through her hair. "Model, lawyer, cowgirl... Is there anything you can't do?"