Not At Eight, Darling. Sherryl Woods

send the cast home.”

      Barrie grabbed her purse and briefcase and headed for the door.

      “See you in the morning,” Danielle called out cheerfully, then added wickedly, “I can hardly wait to hear if those thighs are everything they seem to be.”

      “I do not intend to check out the man’s legs,” Barrie retorted indignantly.

      “Right,” she replied dryly. “You’re only going over there to sample his favorite recipes.”

      “Exactly.”

      “Honey, the evening may start out with beef Stroganoff and asparagus vinaigrette, but I’ll lay you odds that you’re on the menu for dessert,” she said with a wink.

      “No way,” Barrie insisted stoutly as she slipped out the door. But deep inside, where her stomach fluttered nervously and her blood sizzled, she wondered if she would have the strength to resist if Michael was really determined to have her.