He smiled at the rapture on her face, at the flash of memory from his college days. Before law school. Before life had gotten so damn complicated. “Don’t forget a tall frosty beer.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I can do without that.”

“Normally, I’d agree. But there’s something about a ball park dog and a cold beer that can’t be beat.”

Her lips curved in a mysterious smile before she obstructed it by taking a sip of her margarita.

The odd smile and her silence made his eyes narrow. “You know something I don’t?”

“Probably a lot of things.” Salt from the rim of the glass clung to her lower lip and she used the tip of her tongue to remove the small chunk. Slowly, as if she knew the act was driving him crazy.

He silently cleared his throat. “Is that right?”

She nodded, and then she went real still, staring at him as if she’d just now realized he was at the table. To say the look was unnerving was an understatement.

“What are you doing tomorrow night for dinner?” she asked.

The way she asked matched the gleam in her eyes, and he wasn’t sure if he should be thrilled or head back to New York on the next flight. “Why?”

“Here’s the thing.” She placed her clasped hands on the table and leaned forward with no hint of a smile. “This is my territory.”

“Meaning?”

“If you want to see me, it’ll be on my terms.”

Cody snorted. Who did she think she was talking to? He could have a date every night of the week if he wanted. With attractive Manhattan socialites. Prominent career women. Sara was a damn temp worker, and she thought she could dictate terms to him?

He drained his scotch. “What?” he asked, as he realized with a jolt that her terms might be very, very interesting. “What are your terms?”

“First, we’ll only—”

“Shelby?” A tall, balding man, wearing a well-tailored suit, approached the table. “I thought you were still in Europe.”

She blinked and her face paled. “Robert?” She shot out of her chair, glanced at Cody and said, “Would you excuse me?” before taking the man’s arm and steering him toward the front of the restaurant.

Cody watched until he couldn’t see her anymore, and then stared at the amber liquid at the bottom of his tumbler. Barely a taste of scotch remained. The man had called her Shelby, and she obviously knew him. She hadn’t been in Europe. She’d been living in New York. What the hell was going on?

Their waitress was taking orders at the next table, and Cody couldn’t decide if he should get another drink or disappear before Sara got back. What did he know about the woman, anyway?

Using a different name. Lying about going to Europe. Choosing a restaurant she’d never been to before.

It all spelled trouble.

He reached into his jacket for his wallet, anxious to pay his tab and get out, when he saw her heading back toward him, without the balding man. Long blond tendrils bounced as she walked and even from three table lengths away, he could see the sapphire blue of her eyes. But it was the slow wide smile and straight white teeth that got him. Right in the gut. And lower.

“Sorry,” she said in a breathy voice as she sat down. Her gaze briefly scanned the room behind him, before she met his eyes.

“What was that about?”

“He’s a family friend,” she said without blinking, without displaying any other sign she was lying.

“But he doesn’t know your name?”

Her eyebrows went up in challenge. “He mistook me for my sister.”

“Right.”

“Okay, here’s the deal.” She reached behind for the black leather purse she’d hung on the chair back. “As I said, my territory, my terms. This is nonnegotiable. I choose where we go, what we do. I’m leaving now. If you can deal with that, come with me. Otherwise, the best of luck on your case.”

He needed at least one more scotch. “Are you serious?”

She’d already gotten up and stopped only to give him a definitive nod before walking away.

Screw her. The woman was totally insane. His gaze stayed on the graceful sway of her slim hips, the way her jeans hugged the generous swell of her backside. Instead of getting his questions answered, he had a dozen more. She wasn’t just intriguing, she was infuriating. He should be grateful to get out of this so easily.

Shit.

He threw a couple of twenties on the table and then hurried after her.

S ARA LOOKED straight ahead until she got out of the restaurant and into the chilled evening air. She should have known better. Did she think she could get away with going to a restaurant in Buckhead and not seeing someone she knew? She’d have been better off choosing a place out of the phone book. Someplace on the far side of town. Not that it mattered now. From the look on Cody’s face, she knew she’d never see him again. Which was probably just as well.