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up away from the business atmosphere of the Capture Agency.

    There was nothing suspicious about Mark showing a new client to a conference room to meet with a match. It might seem like amazing luck or too-good-to-be-true timing to Ms. Law that her candidate happened to be on hand. Knowing Mark, Chase was sure he'd answered any questions she had about that and left her waiting with the honest expectation that she was about to meet her agency date.

    Chase wasn't looking forward to being the one to disappoint her.

    Rachel shifted in her chair, toyed with the cup of coffee sitting on the table in front of her, and let her eyes wander around the small room again. Soft beige walls, fluorescentlighting, framed photographs of Mount Rainier capped with snow and the Space Needle lit up at night. The Berber carpet was thick, well padded, and a mix of earth tones that went well with the room's neutral furnishings. She could have been in any office in any business in the Seattle area.

    Well, what had she expected, red curtains and velvet wallpaper? Rachel suppressed a grin at the idea of mixing a bordello's decor with an office suite.

    The Capture Agency didn't scream "sex" in any way. It looked like any typical office suite, with employees dressed in business casual and computers at every desk. A professional, high-tech environment.

    Rachel hadn't felt at all uncomfortable coming in to fulfill all the requirements to become a client. She'd been treated politely and respectfully. The man who'd ushered her into this conference room to await her prospective date had practically bent over backward to make sure she had everything she needed to make the experience positive. And not because he was flirting. She was clearly the wrong gender to appeal to him.

    The policy of having clients meet for the first time in one of the agency's conference rooms made perfect sense to Rachel. If she didn't like the look of the man she'd been matched up with, she didn't have to date him. He'd never have any way to contact her outside of the agency, since no personal information like an address or phone number was given out. She'd never have to worry about unwanted pursuit from a rejected candidate.

    The closed door gave them privacy, the office setting gave them anonymity, and the office staff on the other side of thedoor ensured that if the meeting didn't go well, it could be ended quickly, with assistance if need be.

    The lengths the agency had gone to to create a safe environment for what could be a risky kind of fantasy to act out impressed Rachel. Whoever had created this business cared about people, or at least cared about avoiding lawsuits and creating positive word of mouth.

    This was a good idea, she thought, settling back in her chair. She'd had a few doubts about it, but two things had prodded her to go through with the process. One was that nagging sense of something missing. The other was the realization that the type of man she'd always wanted to meet might remain forever out of reach unless she used some method to look for him other than trusting to random chance and hoping they'd wind up in the same place at the same time.

    It struck her as funny that they had, in fact, ended up in the same place at the same time. But then, if a man was looking for the same things she was, this was a logical place for him to try.

    The door opened, and she didn't have time to wonder if it had been a mistake to wear the navy blue skirt and sweater set, styles that might have been called classic but could also be called boring, because the man who entered the room made it impossible to think about anything but him.

    He had brown hair and brown eyes, a square jaw and a cleft chin that Rachel found herself wanting to touch, broad shoulders, and a general sense of solid masculinity. Rachel thought he'd look equally at home behind an office desk, at the head of a conference table, or sailing a boat. She blamedSabrina for planting pirate images in her head,