Reagan gestured for the woman to go first. She did it to be polite, but now that she was behind her she took the time to admire just how well this stranger wore her designer suit. Long legs, tight butt, and a jacket that strained a little at her athletic shoulders. She forced herself to focus on the woman’s ugly attitude instead of her stunning looks, though it did little to cool her libido. Despite her earlier dream and the view in front of her at the moment making her a little turned on, this woman wasn’t really her type. She typically went for women who seemed more laid back. Plus, with everything going on in her life, she just didn’t have time for anyone.

Amy seated them and handed them their menus. “Your server will be right with you. Enjoy, ladies.” She mouthed “thank you” to Reagan before heading back to the host station.

Reagan opened her menu before glancing up at the woman across from her, only to see her avert her gaze to her own menu. Knowing what she wanted to order, she set her menu aside in favor of conversation. “Hi, I’m Reagan.” She reached her hand across the table. The woman hesitated before extending hers. Reagan took in the color of her eyes, brown with flecks of gold on the edges. Brief as the handshake was, Reagan couldn’t ignore her soft skin and warmth of her touch.

“Jill.”

“So,” she dragged the word out, “what brings you to my lunch table?”

“Desperation,” Jill muttered as she returned her gaze to her menu.

Reagan clutched her chest and gasped in mock outrage. “Ouch. You don’t mince words, do you?”

“Not usually,” Jill replied, looking up with a ghost of a smile.

She grinned. “Well, I hope you’ll change your approach if you feel like commenting on my lunch. I really hope you don’t hate people who eat meat. I don’t want to order an amazing, juicy burger and then feel guilty eating it in front of you.” She had gained a few extra pounds since moving back in with her parents while Jill looked as if she had never even been near a burger before.

Jill looked up, an eyebrow arched as if challenging Reagan. “Why would you think that?”

“Well, look at you. And then look at me. There’s an obvious difference in our diets.”

Jill’s eyes swept up and down Reagan’s torso. “You look just fine to me,” she murmured and then cleared her throat. “I don’t care what you order.”

Reagan blushed and took in a quick breath. “Okay, decision made then. So, do you work around here?”

The woman rested the menu in her lap against the table. “Yes. I’m the director of marketing for—”