but incredibly comfortable chair nursing a brandy while Richard fluttered around Dakota in one of the side rooms. In the few glimpses he'd had of her as the two came and went, she'd looked completely at home, relaxed and happy. He'd been right to solicit the designer's help. Not only would she now be appropriately dressed for the evening he had planned, but it was the perfect reminder of what she'd given up.
The designer ducked out of the fitting room and sashayed up to Trey, his face lit up like a kid in a candy store. "I didn't have time to launder these. I won't say a word if you burn them." He handed Trey Dakota's clothes, neatly folded.
Feeling damn good about how his plan was working, Trey gave Richard an indulgent smile that made the guy blush, and pushed himself out of the chair. "I'll put them in the car."
When Trey came back, he waited in front of the window gazing idly at the now lighted buildings lining the street. A reflection of movement caught his attention. He turned around and froze.
"Wow."
"Speechless?" Dakota asked.
"Just about." She looked like a movie star, which was a stupid thing for a grown man to think, but there it was.
Showing a hint of cleavage, the dress skimmed her curves like a lover's hand. The blonde hair hung well past her shoulders, her tawny skin was creamy pale and her now blue eyes slanted up a bit giving her an exotic look.
If he'd passed her on the street, he wouldn't have recognized her. If he'd met her at a party he didn't think he would have either. But when he looked into her eyes, warm with sharp intelligence, there was Dakota. As if for him alone.
The brush of possessiveness moving through his chest startled him. Alarm quickly followed. What the hell was he thinking? This was nothing but a job with a big payoff. His passport to getting the information he needed so he could find his sister. Any additional ideas he had about Dakota were nothing but a fool's day dream.
"Richard, you're a genius," Trey said, lacing his tone with friendly approval even though he was feeling anything but.
"I know. " Richard fussed with the dress. "No one, but no one, will recognize her. Just as I promised."
"I have to admit, this is pretty amazing." Dakota self-consciously stroked her hand over the wig.
"Now off you go. Wait, wait," Richard added, blocking Dakota's way as she started toward Trey. "You need a new name for tonight, darling. You can't go around saying 'Dakota this' and 'Dakota that.' Only one girl in the world with the name 'Dakota' could afford this dress."
"Good point." She ran her tongue over her full bottom lip and Trey's cock grew heavy, zapping 'go get her' messages to his brain as fast as it could. He stalwartly ignored the pointless urge.
"How about Sharon?" he suggested, purposefully thinking of his most frightening teacher from middle school to calm his libido.
"Please. She needs something exotic."
"You mean like Dakota?" she asked.
"Yes...no!" Richard lightly slapped her shoulder. "Crazy." Stepping back he surveyed his creation, frowning with concentration.
"If you say Bride of Frankenstein I'll bitch slap you," Dakota said wryly.
"Wouldn't dream. I hate to see a grown man cry, especially when it's me." Richard rubbed his chin, thoughtfully, and then snapped his fingers. "I have it! Lark."
"Lark?" Trey made a wry face, wondering if creative geniuses were all a little nuts.
"The state bird of North Dakota ," Richard said, pouting.
"Is meadowlark," Trey countered.
"I suppose you could call her Meadow, but that just sounds silly. There's always Utah or Texas."
Dakota's blue eyes danced. Blue. That would take some getting used to.
"We better get going. Lark." Trey held out his arm for her to take and tried to see her as nothing more than a casual business acquaintance.
"Texas does have a nice ring to it," she said.
"If we don't get moving, I'll be calling you Late to Dinner."
"Only if you want to be called In the Hospital."
"Funny."