Page 42 of SIN Looks Good On Us!

"Uh-huh."

"You kept walking."

"So, you tracked it down instead?"

"It worked, didn't it?"

She tried to hide her smile, but I made that hard to do. "You're ridiculous."

"Yet... here you are."

"Why are you like this?" she asked, folding her hands on the table.

"Like what?"

"Showing up at my job. Getting my number without asking. Buying an entire office lunch like it's nothing."

I leaned back in my chair, watching her.

"Because introducing myself twice didn't work. Figured lunch might."

She laughed.

"It worked a little too well. My whole office thinks I'm dating a drug lord now."

"Are they wrong?" I smirked.

She raised an eyebrow. "Are they?"

I ignored the question.

"My granddaddy always told me Sinclair men go after what they want. A beautiful woman ain't never been the exception to the rule."

She looked at me for a second before shaking her head. "That's the smoothest way I've ever heard somebody avoid answering a question."

"You notice I ain't answer it though."

I let that sit for a second, watching her decide whether she actually wanted the answer or not. "Depends on who's asking, and what they plan on doing with the information."

"So that's a yes."

"I never confirmed anything."

"You didn't deny it either."

"No," I said. "I didn't."

The waiter came over before she could press me any further. I wasn't mad about it. She ordered a glass of wine, and I stuck with my bourbon, while watching her over the rim of my glass while she looked over the menu.

"So, tell me something," she said once he walked away. "You do this for every woman who catches your attention? Grills, envelopes, tracking down numbers?"

"Never done any of it before you."

"I find that hard to believe."

"Believe what you want. My answer is still true."

She studied me for a long moment, like she was trying to find the lie in it and coming up empty. "Why me?"