She took the offered drink and eased deeper into the circular booth as Frank slipped in beside her. She studied him briefly. He was handsome, tall and appeared confident. She caught the smile around his rugged mouth and knew why it was there. She liked the idea of his this stranger planning her seduction. It excited her, and for the moment, made her forget about Ray and Patsy.

"You haven't told me your name and why you were crying." He sat close, his leg pressed against hers. He heaved a relaxed sigh. She didn't move away. It was a good sign.

"It's Gretchen and why I was crying isn't important."

She took a sip of her drink, savoring the expensive Scotch. An afternoon of revenge and hopefully, pleasure… She pressed back against his leg, letting him know she enjoyed it.

He studied her profile in the dim light as she toyed with her drink. He figured she was maybe thirtytwo or three. He liked the thickness and color of her hair. Classic profile and, he remembered as they clashed on the street, her eyes were blue and she had a soft, yielding body that screamed for attention.

"Do you like what you see?" she purred, feeling his eyes on her. She turned to face him.

"You're beautiful," he said, holding her eyes with his own.

"You're handsome." She was enjoying the game. It was exciting, more daring than anything she had ever done. "You married?"

"If I told you no, I'd be lying. Does it matter?" He settled back in the booth.

"Not at all. I'm married too."

"I thought so." He took her hand.

"Do I look married?" His hand felt strong and the flesh between her thighs tingled.

"You look as if someone has hurt you." He dropped his eyes to her blouse. "Maybe I can take away that hurt."