Susan made a face. “Do I really want to get up at the same time every morning, get dressed up, and go to the same office to do the same thing day after day?”
“It wouldn’t be that, and you know it.”
“I don’t want to work.”
“Then that’s that,” Savannah said a little too shortly, but she let it go. She could only point out the possibilities; it was up to Susan to take them from there. She had learned the hard way that if she pushed too hard, Susan went in the opposite direction. The dynamics between them were complex, but that was one thing that was quite reliable.
Susan tossed her a sidelong glance. “Do we really have reservations for two o’clock?”
“Uh-huh. At Aujourd’hui.” She paused. “Do you really have plans for tonight?”
“No. Sam asked me out, but I told him I had a party.”
“Oh, Suse, you could have gone out with Sam.”
“I didn’t want to be rushed getting back. Besides, it won’t do him any harm to wait.”
“Sam isn’t good at playing games like that.”
“Tough,” Susan murmured. Then, unable to resist, she asked, “Who does he usually date?”
“No one special.”
“He must go out.”
“When he can. His job is demanding. You saw what happened this week—on two hours’ notice, he was working for nearly seventy-two hours straight.”
“So now he’s got the whole weekend off. I can’t believe he’s going to spend it alone.”
Savannah shrugged. “You turned him down.”
“Will he rush off and pick up the next best thing in skirts?”
“I don’t really know.”
Susan looked at her and didn’t like what she saw. Savannah seemed perfectly sincere. “If you were to guess, what would you say?”
“I don’t really know, Susan. Sammy and I are friends, but I don’t keep tabs on what he does.”
“Does he pick up secretaries around the office?”
“I’ve seen him talking with them.”
“Do they talk about him afterward?”
“Not to me.”
“Does he have a reputation for being hot?”
“Hot?” Savannah found the conversation increasingly amusing. “If you’re asking whether he backs secretaries into storage closets and takes them standing up, I doubt it. Sammy has more pride than that.”
“What’s pride got to do with it? The issue is raw, animal lust.”
The words stuck in Savannah’s mind, spawning images of Jared’s body and the rampant desire they’d shared not so long before. There had been pride in it. Then again, they hadn’t made love in a storage closet.
She took an uneven breath. “Sammy strikes me as the kind to savor a woman in the privacy and comfort of his own bed.”
“Where does he live?”
