did you have in mind?”
“You promised,” she reminded him, looking trapped and worried.
“So did you.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“I’m not doing anything, either,” he lied. He was thinking plenty, and his body was telegraphing his desire. “Your imagination’s filling in the blanks.”
“You’re looking at me,” she accused.
“You’re looking back,” he countered.
“Zach.”
“Katie.” It was a stupid move, and not at all in keeping with his grand plan for tonight, but he reached forward and brushed his knuckles up against hers. It was a subtle touch, but it had the impact of a lightning bolt.
It obviously hit her, too. And he couldn’t stop the surge of male satisfaction that overtook his body.
Her cheeks flushed, her irises deepened to emeralds. Her voice went sultry. “This isn’t a date.”
“Don’t trust yourself?” he dared.
“I don’t trust
“Smart move,” he conceded, admiring her intelligence all over again as he pulled back from his brinkmanship.
He knew Harper Transportation had to be his primary concern. And he needed to get his hands on her drawings by fair means or foul. His company, his employees, his family legacy, all depended on it.
“Are you trying to make me say no?” she asked him.
“I honestly don’t know what I’m trying to do.” The confession was out of him before he could censor it.
And then the power balance would be completely in her favor, and Harper Transportation wouldn’t stand a chance.
He forced himself to back off farther, putting a buffer of space between them.
“Ray Lambert?” she confirmed, apparently willing to put up with Zach for the introduction.
He gave her a nod. Despite the detour into their inconvenient attraction to one another, his plan had worked. As he’d known it would. The intellectual evaluation of another person’s emotions was an astonishingly effective tool for manipulation. And, apparently, it was a gift he had.
Her expression relaxed ever so slightly, causing a stab of guilt in his gut.
“You know, you’re either nicer than I thought,” she told him, “or more devious than I can understand.”
“I’m much nicer than you think,” Zach lied.
“Can you pick me up at home?”
He knew if he let her go home, she’d ditch the briefcase. That wasn’t part of the plan. So, he made a show of glancing at his watch. “No time for that. We’ll have to leave from here.”
Her hesitation showed in the purse of her lips.
“I can pick you up at the bus stop again,” he offered, knowing that would eliminate one of her hesitations.
It was her turn to glance at her watch. “Five minutes?”
He agreed. Then he watched until she got on the elevator. He wasn’t going to risk her stowing the briefcase back in her office either.
At the opulent Boondocks restaurant, Kaitlin and Zach settled into a curved booth with Ray Lambert and his wife, Susan. The restaurant was on two levels, the upper overlooking the atrium that served as both an entrance and a lounge. Palm trees and exotic plants blooming from both floor and wall pots added to the fresh ambiance that included high ceilings, huge windows overlooking the park and natural wood and rattan screens to provide privacy between the tables.
Kaitlin had used the walk to the bus stop to call Lindsay and regain her equilibrium. Thank goodness some semblance of sanity had kept her from kissing Zach right there in the Harper building hallway.
She’d been inches, mere seconds, from throwing herself in his arms all over again and falling completely under his sensual spell. She was a fool, an undisciplined fool.
In desperation, she’d confessed to Lindsay and begged for a pep talk, needing to put some emotional armor around herself before the dinner started. As usual, Lindsay had shocked her back to reality, then used humor to put her on an even keel.
“Have we by any chance met in the past?” Ray asked Kaitlin as the two shook hands over a table set with silver, crystal and crisp white linen. Zach had slid partway around the booth seat and settled next to Susan, while Ray was directly across from Kaitlin.
“Once,” she answered Ray. “Three years ago, at the NYAA conference. I was one of probably six hundred people who came through the receiving line.”
He smiled at her. “That must have been it. I’m pretty good with faces.”
Lindsay just hoped he wasn’t remembering her ignominious firing from Hutton Quinn. Though, if he was, he didn’t give anything away.
“Anyone else interested in the ’97 Esme Cabernet?” Susan pointed to the wine list that was open in front of her.
Kaitlin was grateful for the change in topic.
“One of her favorites,” Ray explained with a benevolent smile toward his wife. “You won’t be disappointed.”
Zach glanced to Kaitlin, obviously looking for her reaction.
She nodded agreeably, proud of the way her hormones were staying under control. This was a business dinner, nothing more. And it was going to stay that way. “I’d love to try it,” she told Susan.
Susan smiled and closed the wine list.
A waiter immediately appeared beside their table.
While Ray ordered the wine, Kaitlin’s attention caught on a couple crossing the foyer below. They were heading for the curved staircase, and even from this distance she could recognize Lindsay and Dylan.
She straightened to get a better view as they started up the stairs. What could they possibly be doing here?
Kaitlin couldn’t miss Lindsay’s red face. Her friend was furious.
“What the-” Though Kaitlin clamped her jaw on the unladylike exclamation, Zach swiveled to stare at her confusion. Then he followed the direction of her gaze.
Lindsay and Dylan had made it to the top of the stairs and bore down on the table. As they did, Zach sat bolt upright, obviously observing the fury on Lindsay’s face.
The waiter left with the wine order just as Lindsay and Dylan arrived. They presented themselves, and Lindsay’s quick gaze noted Ray and Susan. She schooled her features.
“I’m so sorry to interrupt.” She smiled at Kaitlin, and her glance went meaningfully to the briefcase she held in her hand, moving it into clear view.
Burgundy.
It was Kaitlin’s.
What was she doing with Kaitlin’s briefcase?
“We just wanted to say hi,” Lindsay continued, her voice full of forced cheer. “I met up with Dylan in the
Kaitlin felt Zach stiffen beside her, while Dylan blushed.
Dylan? The garage? Her briefcase?
She felt her jaw drop open.
“We’re going to get a table now,” Lindsay announced smoothly, giving Kaitlin a soft squeeze on the shoulder. “Enjoy your dinner. But maybe we could talk later?” She hooked her arm into Dylan’s and pasted him to her side.
Kaitlin couldn’t help herself. She turned to gape at Zach in astonishment. Her briefcase had been in his trunk. How did Lindsay end up with it? And what was Dylan’s connection?
