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He took his time sizing her up before extending his hand. "Grant." He rumbled almost as if she were annoying him but that was just his way. Cherokee, he thought. Interesting name, interesting woman and she had a nice set of ...eyes. "So what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" He asked with a cocky grin. "Cliche I know but I'm out of pickup lines. Not very imaginative. Can I buy you a drink?" Good thing she couldn't hear his thoughts or she may have given him a good crack across his face.

He shook his head no but he was lying. It would hurt his pride too much to show a weakness.

"Naw. I never let myself get that out of control. Been in love before but once you get burned you tend to build walls. I've got some pretty thick walls around me, Cherokee." He ordered the drinks the moment he got the bartenders attention. "Jack and Coke for the lady and I'll have the same." It was the first sign of things to come, the fact that they both favored the same libation. Zack shook it off as coincidence.

"What about you? Are you an ice princess or a hopeless romantic? If I had to guess I'd say the latter." Her eyes were deep and if he'd already had a drink he'd have blamed the heat he saw in them on semi inebriation but he was stone cold sober. Zack Grant may have been in trouble.

"I can see the ice melting now. It's not from global warming either." He paused to let her get her fill of him. "Not bad, huh?" Returning the favor, he eyed her again before taking a moment to brush a bit of lint from the shoulder of her blouse. "I bet you're a hell of a date. Rock climbing beats sitting around on your ass having a nice dinner, maybe seeing a flick, going for a drink after, coffee. Which would you prefer, and how bout Friday night?"

He could easily deal with the hot tub but the rock climbing sounded a little too strenuous. The thought of it made him shiver. Way back in the day when he was doing his training at Quantico he may have liked the idea but now? The path of least resistance suited him just fine.

"Any other sports float your boat? I can think of a couple off hand but you'll have to buy dinner and a movie first. I'm not easy you know." Grant chuckled. Maybe rock climbing would be okay but there was no way he'd get into anything spandex.

How bout that, he met a woman with a tongue as sharp as his and wit that may be a little bit sharper.

Not a chance, or so he thought.

"So you're going to pick me up? I feel so... so.....helpless." he chuckled. "Alright, baby if you want to wear the pants in the family, I'll give it a go. At least I won't be waiting for you to get every last one of those beautiful locks of yours in place." Taking a swipe at his unruly mop, he waggled his brows at her. Rolling his eyes, he reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a business card. He handed it over to her.

"Pick me up here. I'll be ready for whatever you have in mind for me." Bending in as if he were going to kiss her he stopped short and grinned. Whispering close to her face he uttered "Don't be late. I'm a type A personality and that means I have no patience."

He tried not to look excited but it was hard to hide it. There was something about him that seemed to draw aggressive women but he wasn't complaining. Cherokee could prove to be the most fun he's had in a long time.

At 6:45 PM he was standing in front of his bathroom mirror, trimming the edge of his beard. The power at his apartment flickered off and on quickly and he figured it was from the building wind outside. He didn't hear a weather report but it sounded as if things were going down hill fast tonight. From the impression he got of Cherokee, he didn't figure a little bit of rain and wind would stop her from showing up. It's not like they were going to be flying anywhere or anything like that. Storms just boggled airports up, right?

How would a guy from Chicago know much about hurricanes. He was pretty damn familiar with lake effect weather but not tropical stuff. Maybe he was about to find out.

This was a first for him, having a woman pick him up for a date. It didn't damage his masculinity but it felt a bit odd. Perhaps this 'change' was a good thing. It didn't seem that any of his traditional relationships lasted in the past so maybe things were moving for the better.

Maybe he was over thinking things as he often did.

After he got the call from the doorman, he did his best not to appear too anxious but he was down on the ground floor in record time. Truth be told, when he pushed his way through the front doors of his apartment building,he hardly noticed the car at first. Cherokee was striking, beautiful, beyond gorgeous. The sight of her made his jaw drop and he nearly tripped over his own feet to go up to her to greet her.

"Shit..whoa, where's you get that car?" Yeah, well after nearly kissing the asphalt he saw it but she still held the lions share of his attention. You'd think he'd notice what all that wind was doing to his hair.

Was he out of practice or what? He couldn't tell if she was flirting or not but if given the chance he'd take her out for a ride she'd never forget. Maybe he'd better not say anything like that just yet. C'mon, Zack Grant was a type A who spoke his mind even when it did get him in deep shit.

Good boy, eh? The car is as beautiful as her owner and I'd like to run both of you through your gears. I bet this baby could do zero to sixty in eight seconds or less. Are you that fast Cher or am I seeing a green light when I should be seeing a red one.

"I am a straight shooter, kitten. it was you who was ....." he stopped to chuckle a little before going on. "...beating around the bush. I wouldn't be worth my salt if I didn't come right out and say that there isn't a man on earth who wouldn't want to make love to you until you begged him to stop. Thing with me is...I wouldn't stop if you begged. You'd have to bribe me and one more thing....You'd have to promise not to call me Zackie in front of anyone. Especially anyone who works with me, knows me, knows anyone who knows me, or is breathing. Let's save that for just us okay....Cherie.