Perfect for You

surprised."
    "Oh, I'm surprised all right." Of all the sushi joints in San Francisco he brought her to the one that she absolutely abhorred. She mentally made a face as she looked over the menu. Something had to be edible, right? "What made you pick this place?"
    "I had a feeling you'd love this restaurant," he said enigmatically.
    You felt wrong. She tried not to think about how Greg had impeccable taste in sushi. The restaurant he had taken her to was beyond compare. Going to McDonald's would be preferable to eating at Buta Sushi.
    She was being ungrateful. She was here for the company—she could always eat later. She'd order an avocado roll. They couldn't ruin an avocado roll, right?
    Once they ordered and settled back into conversation Freya managed to forget the restaurant enough to take pleasure in talking with Connor again. "So where are you off to next?" she asked. "Didn't you tell me you had to go out of town again?"
    "Just L.A. on Monday. Hopefully I'll only be there for the day, but worst-case scenario I'll have to stay Tuesday also." He sat back and measured her with her narrowed eyes. "Are you one of those Northern Californians who frowns disapprovingly on L.A.?"
    "Nope. I love the beaches. And how can you disparage any city where you can catch Hugh Jackman walking down the street?"
    He raised his eyebrows. "Hugh Jackman?"
    "Only one of the sexiest men alive today." At his bemused look, she clarified. "Wolverine, in X-Men?" When he didn't look any more clued in, her mouth dropped open. "You don't know Wolverine?"
    He shook his head. "I never saw that movie."
    "You missed out. It was great, and I'm not only saying that because he was half naked through most of the movie."
    "Are you saying that you'd watch a movie only to catch a glimpse of this man's bare skin?"
    "Hell yeah. I don't think you understand the appeal of that body."
    He folded his arms across his chest. "But if you had the choice wouldn't you rather see, say, me in the flesh rather than this actor?"
    She mimicked his pose. "You or Hugh Jackman?"
    "Yes."
    "You're kidding, right? Give me an actress you think is hot."
    "Helen Mirren."
    "Seriously?" She shook her head. "To each his own. Anyway, don't tell me you wouldn't drop everything and follow Helen Mirren if she suddenly turned up on your doorstep and told you she had to have you."
    "I'd probably take her to high tea first." He grinned as the waitress set their orders in front of them. "Ah, saved by the food."
    Freya watched Connor attack his tuna roll with great enthusiasm, only to stop after several chews, his eyes wide with what she thought looked like stunned disgust.
    Exactly. Poking her avocado roll with her chopsticks, she asked, "How do you like it?"
    "It's unlike any sushi I've ever had," he replied diplomatically.
    "That's for sure." She poked the roll again, edging off a few grains of rice, which she practically inhaled so she wouldn't have to taste them. She hadn't known you could ruin sticky rice.
    Connor scowled at a piece of sushi and then quickly shoved it in his mouth. After he managed to swallow, he gestured toward her plate. "Is your dinner okay?"
    "It's fine," she assured him. "I'm just not hungry."
    He looked down at his own plate, which was still half covered with offending maki. "I don't seem to be hungry anymore either. Shall we head out? It's early still. What do you say we catch a movie?"
    She really just wanted to go home. She was hungry, and Connor would probably pick something artsy and boring. Also, frankly, Greg's presence was overshadowing their date, even more effectively than him actually being present.
    She wondered what he was doing. How had he spent his day? Where was he tonight? What was he wearing? Or not wearingÉ
    Stop . She shook her head. "I think we should call it a night." Then because she felt bad for not having her complete attention on Connor, she impulsively added, "Though we could have a night cap at my place."
    He brightened. "That sounds like an excellent idea."
    "Take me home then." She pushed back from the table, trying not to list excuses to end the evening after one drink.
    It turned out she didn't need an excuse. They walked upstairs to find Anna lounging on the couch, playing with her cell phone.
    "Oh hey." Anna glanced up at them before returning her attention to the screen. "I didn't expect you back so quickly."
    She'd never been so happy to see her little sister. She was tempted to go over there and give her a big kiss. But for