The Favour. Cara Summers

had a chance to fire off the first shot.

      “You mentioned a plan,” Natalie said. “I’d like to hear more about that.”

      “Me, too,” Rory said. “We might have some suggestions.”

      Sierra nearly smiled as she reached into her bag for her note card. “That’s more like it. For a minute I thought that perhaps my sisters had been replaced by aliens.”

      Natalie’s brows shot up. “We just want the chance to offer advice. Isn’t that what sisters are for?”

      “Yes,” Sierra said as she sorted through the contents of her bag.

      “How many steps?” Natalie asked. “With Chance, I only needed about three.”

      “Ha!” Rory pointed a pepper strip at Natalie. “I win. I only needed one step with Hunter.”

      Sierra could feel her day planner, her inhaler, the pills, and the pack of note cards. Frowning, she opened the mouth of the bag wider. The single blue note card listing the steps wasn’t there. Had she dropped it in the bar? If she went back to look for it, she might run into that stranger again.

      Pushing the thought and the temptation firmly out of her mind, she cleared her throat and focused her attention on her sisters. “As part of my research on my new book, I’ve been studying the sexual practices of urban dwellers.”

      “City people?” Rory asked.

      Sierra nodded and then took another sip of her martini. “Rad and George have been kind enough to allow me to do some of my research right here on Wednesdays when they reserve this dining room for speed dating.”

      “Speed dating?” Natalie asked.

      “You know,” Rory said, “it’s kind of like musical chairs. Remember the episode they did on Sex and the City with Miranda. She talked to each date for about ten minutes to see if something clicked.”

      “Whoa.” Natalie’s frown deepened as she studied Sierra. “You’re going to choose a lover during a ten-minute conversation?”

      “No. The speed date is step one,” Sierra explained. “Step two is to analyze the data I collect and then select a lover.”

      “Time out,” Rory said. “A speed date is just a prelude to a real date. How can you possibly gather enough data to select a man as a lover?”

      “By using the time efficiently. I see no reason to bother with casual conversation. After I tell them that I’m looking for a lover, I’m going to ask each man a few questions. Their answers will provide me with a profile of just what kind of lover they will make.”

      Rory and Natalie exchanged a glance, then looked at Sierra.

      Sierra began to chew on her bottom lip again. These were her sisters all right. She’d lost count of the times that Natalie and Rory had looked at her in just this way when she was growing up, as if she were the alien. “You don’t think it will work?”

      “No.” Her sisters spoke in unison, and then Natalie said, “That’s not it. We think it might work too well—especially if you tell them right up front that you’re looking for a lover.”

      “I don’t see why I should hide my intentions.”

      Natalie shook her head. “There are times when a little subtlety is…advisable.”

      “You don’t know what kind of men come here. They could take advantage of you,” Rory added.

      “But I do know what kind of men come here. I’ve been studying them for three months now. My research assistant and I have taken copious notes and written up several case histories.”

      “As a psychologist, you know that people lie,” Rory said. “They can easily pretend to be something they’re not.”

      Sierra frowned.

      “Right. We all wear disguises,” Natalie added.

      “During that speed-dating episode on Sex and the City, even Miranda lied,” Rory said. “Didn’t she tell one guy that she was a flight attendant?”

      Sierra set her clasped hands on the letter. “All right. Perhaps, I won’t tell them straight out that I’m looking for a lover. But I’m going to ask them some questions.”

      “Such as?” Rory asked.

      “They’re very simple—kind of like a Rorschach test without the pictures. Things like what kind of musical instrument or breed of dog would you like to be, or what three things would you take to a deserted island with you?”

      “And from that you’ll learn…?” Rory asked.

      Sierra could feel her cheeks redden. “The subject’s answers will provide a profile of his sexual preferences as well as indicate his style of lovemaking.”

      “Really?” Rory asked.

      “My research assistant, Zoë McNamara, and I have been testing it on volunteers. When we interview the test subjects, we’ve found that our profiles have been quite accurate.”

      Natalie tapped her fingers on the table. “What will you do with your results?”

      “I’ll take them home and run a match with my own profile. After that, I’ll contact prospective lovers according to how well they match up with me.”

      For a moment, neither one of her sisters said a word.

      “You don’t think it will work?” Sierra finally asked.

      Natalie drank some of her martini, then said, “I’ve no doubt that you’ll probably get an accurate profile of the parties involved. But what you’ve described is a very…cerebral process. And taking a lover—well, it’s a very physical thing. There has to be a certain…chemistry. I’m not sure you can predict that with a quiz.”

      Rory leaned forward. “I’m on the same page here as Nat. Did you ever give this quiz to Bradley?”

      “Well, yes,” Sierra replied.

      “How well did his profile line up with yours?” Rory asked.

      “Almost perfectly.”

      Rory turned her hands over, palms up. “There you go. A perfect match, but no chemistry. Your relationship has remained platonic. That’s not a recipe for success in a love affair.”

      “The up side is she’ll be right there at a table with them. She could shake their hands,” Natalie pointed out.

      “Right,” Rory said.

      Natalie turned to Sierra. “The important thing is not to over-think this whole thing. You have to learn to trust your feelings. If an electric shock goes up your arm and right down to your toes, then you might want to move that candidate to the top of your list—no matter what the quiz results tell you.”

      “Or if you look into his eyes and your knees turn to jelly, he’s another prime candidate for a lover,” Rory said. “The first time I met Hunter, it was his eyes. He looked at me as if he were the Terminator and I was his prey. I lost every thought in my head.”

      Sierra drew in a deep breath. “I don’t usually have that kind of reaction to men.” Except to the stranger she’d just kissed in the bar.

      “Then it’s high time you did,” Natalie said.

      “And under no circumstance should you take a lover unless you do,” Rory added.

      “One thing more,” Natalie said. “Once you’ve found a candidate, I want the name so that I can run a check on him.”

      Rory shot Sierra a sympathetic glance. “That’s what comes of having a sister who’s a cop.”

      “And if your experiment works, Rory will press you for an interview so that she can write the whole thing up in Vanity Fair. That’s what