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answer that on the grounds I may
incriminate myself."
    "Smartass."
    They ate their sandwiches in silence. Zack lay on his
side, propped up on his right elbow, his long legs stretched out. His jacket
lay discarded alongside Annie's. She'd removed hers as soon as she got off the
bike. No need to be seen wearing that hideous thing any longer than necessary.
    At first she tried to look everywhere except at Zack,
but her traitorous eyes couldn't stop turning to him. He was handsome, in a
Wild West kind of way. That languorous pose displayed the corded muscles under
his T-shirt to perfection. His hair hadn't suffered at all by being under the
helmet—strands of it flopped across his forehead, messy, sexy. He was
gorgeous. What hot-blooded woman could deny it? Certainly not the one sitting
beside him, trying hard not to get caught out staring.
    "When you've finished staring, maybe we could
discuss our plan."
    Oops. "What plan?" she asked casually.
    He turned to her and those chocolate eyes looked good
enough to eat as his gaze roamed with leisurely arrogance across her face. "How
we're going to turn you into a new woman."
    Annie swallowed the last bite of her sandwich too
quickly and nearly choked. She suddenly felt uncomfortable about the whole
deal. Trying to be someone she wasn't was...wrong, deceitful. No, more than
that. It hurt. Yeah, that's what bothered her. It meant she , the real
Annie, wasn't good enough. She forced down the emotions those thoughts stirred
up. Long forgotten emotions she wished would stay that way.
    But they wouldn't. Not while Zack relished the task of
changing her into a wild child. It was as if he couldn't wait to see the
results of his handiwork.
    And that was just downright insulting.
    "So, what's the plan?" she asked through
clenched jaw. She tried hard to banish her insecurities—they were for a
later time, when she was alone and he wasn't around to unsettle her with his
confidence and come-here eyes.
    "Tonight, I'll take you to a bar. We'll have a
few beers, maybe some spirits if you're coping okay, then—"
    "Of course I'll cope," she snapped. Relax,
Annie. It's his problem if he doesn't like you the way you are. She knew
that. So why did his eagerness hurt?
    "Then tomorrow, I'll take you shopping."
    "Shopping? For what?"
    "Clothes. You can't wear that jacket if you want
to hang out with me. You need some outfits that will make you more comfortable
around people like your potential client."
    Yep, she'd guessed right. He was embarrassed to be
seen with her. That hurt, more than she liked to admit. Sure, she wasn't as
well endowed as the women he usually hung out with, but she wasn't that bad.
    Was she?
    "You made me wear that stupid jacket," she
countered.
    "Don't remind me. I'm just glad no one recognized
me under the helmet."
    "Yeah, lucky," she sneered. "Anyway, my
clothes aren't all terrible."
    "After rummaging through your entire wardrobe
earlier, I now know what you like to wear. None of it is appropriate for the
image I'm trying to create."
    Image. So it was nothing to do with her, just an image he wanted her to project. Fine, she could deal with that.
    "And what image would that be?" she asked
sweetly, playing along.
    "Sleazy Hollywood agent wanted by everyone."
    "I'm not sure about the sleazy part."
    "Me either, but it's my gut instinct and I'm
going with it. We'll turn you into the woman every man wants to sleep with and
every woman wants to, well, sleep with."
    Annie laughed.
    Zack grinned back. "That's better. You should do
that more often."
    Embarrassed, she immediately stopped smiling. Then
scolded herself for being too contrary. "I don't know about all this. I'm
not sure I can pull it off."
    "Why not? A change of clothes, hairstyle and more
makeup and you'll at least look the part. Besides, you've got a great
teacher."
    She cocked a brow at him but said nothing. He didn't
really get it. He didn't understand that it was more than just clothes and
makeup. It was confidence, and she