“I mean as a woman,” she said between her teeth. “Do I have to spell it out?”

His brows shot up, then settled again as he reached for a cigarette. “Don’t be stupid, Rachel. He’s nineteen. I’m not saying he’s blind and wouldn’t appreciate the way you look. But he’s got a girl. He was out with her tonight.”

“You idiot.” She sprang up again, and this time she thumped a fist on his chest. “He was out with me tonight.”

“Out with you?” With a frown, Zack studied her. “What for?”

“We went to the movies, had a pizza. I wanted to get him to talk a little—informally—so when he called I said sure.”

“One step at a time. Nick called you and asked you out on a date.”

“It wasn’t a date. I didn’t think it was a damn date.” Since she didn’t see anything handy to kick other than Zack’s shin, she stalked a circle around his office again. “It seemed to me if we could develop a relationship— A friendship,” she corrected hastily. “It would make things easier all around.”

Considering, Zack took a drag of his cigarette. “Sounds reasonable. So you took in a flick and had a pizza. What’s the problem? Did he get into a fight, give you a hard time?” He stopped, alarmed. “You didn’t run into any of the Cobras?”

“No, no, no…” Incensed, she whirled around the room. “Aren’t you listening to me? I said he was thinking about me as a woman…as a date. As a… Oh, boy.” She let out a long breath. “He kissed me.”

Zack’s eyes turned into dark, dangerous slits. “Define kiss.”

“You know damn well what a kiss is. You smack your lips up against somebody’s.” She spun away, then back. “I should have seen it coming, but I didn’t. Then, before I realized what he was thinking, wham!”

“Wham,” Zack repeated, trying to stay calm. He took his own turn around the room, bumping his shoulders against hers. “Okay, listen, I think you’re making a big deal out of nothing. He kissed you goodnight. It’s a gesture. He’s just a kid.”

“No,” Rachel said, and her tone had Zack turning back to her. “He’s not.”

Temper was clawing to gain freedom. As a result, Zack’s voice was deadly calm. “Did he try to—”

“No.” Recognizing the signs, she cut him off. “Of course he didn’t. He just kissed me. But it was the way… Listen, Zack, I know the difference between a casual kiss good-night between friends and—and, well, a move. And I can tell you Nick has a very smooth move.”

“Glad to hear it,” Zack said between his teeth.

Suddenly drained, she dropped down onto the corner of his desk. “I don’t know what to do.”

“I’ll straighten him out.”

“How?”