"What was that all about?" Sarah asked. "Did he see the way his wife was looking at you, do you think? Is that why he was squaring off like he wanted to fight with you?"
Ryan shrugged. "Don't know, and I don't care. But I don't like the way he looked at you," he said.
"Funny," she said lightly, "that is exactly what Tony says about you," Sarah told Ryan.
He smiled. "Why do you think I don't like it?" He glanced up at the sun, hanging low, and added, "How about some dinner?"
Sarah hesitated, peeping up at him. "Are you asking me out?"
He arched a brow. "You do not want me to ask you out?"
Sarah shook her head. "Definitely not."
"In that case, I guess I am not," he said.
"I would not mind having dinner. Just as long as we are not going on a date," Sarah said.
His lips quirked. "I a
