"He'd recreated the menu he requested for the naked dinner. Ha! "How did you even know my shoe size?" "I've seen your foot up close." Curran pointed to his chest. "I've seen it here." He moved his hand to his jaw. "Here." He touched the place over his cheek where my kick had cut him. "And here." Aha. "Would you like to watch a movie while we eat?" "Sure. What sort of movie?" "It has everything: action, drama, comedy, beautiful soundtrack. Hot male lead." His thick eyebrows crept up half an inch. "That last one isn't exactly a plus." "Jealous of the actors now, are we?" "What, of some fancy boy on the screen? Inconceivable." Oh, this was going to be good. We took our plates to the coffee table by the couch, and I slid Saiman's disk into the player. The warehouse full of cars solidified on the screen. Curran's face went blank."