“Actually you have.” He grinned, sitting back against the seat, his arm stretched casually over the back. He was dressed for the game, jeans and his own Wings jersey-white on red instead of red on white like her own. Another guy might have looked sloppy or casual but Jake looked…well, good. There was no other word for it.

“I have?”

“I’m her lawyer.” He looked out the tinted window as the car began to slow. They were in traffic now. “At least, I was.”

“Didn’t that present a conflict of interest?”

He snorted. “Justice lets you represent yourself, remember?”

“So you’re a lawyer.”

He nodded. “And you’re a hair stylist. I guess we've got the basics out of the way.”

“Yes, the important things," she agreed with a smile. "Career, marital status, children or lack thereof, and favorite sports team. What else is there?”

“Um…" He seemed to consider this. "Dog person or cat person?” She laughed. “Dog.”

“Me too. Chinese or Sushi?”

“Sushi, definitely.”

“You obviously prefer scotch to brandy. Pepsi or Coke?”

“Coke Zero. With lemon.”

“Ugh, how can you drink that stuff?” He made a face. “Okay let’s see…modern or classical?”

"Both. Although I have a soft spot for the classics."

He nodded. “Jazz or blues?”

"Definitely blues. It makes me want to take my clothes off.” The confession just slipped out.

"Good to know." The look he gave her made her blush all the way to her toes. "I'll have to beef up my collection of B.B. King. Rock or country?” Now it was Rachel’s turn to make a face. "Rock. But I like some Garth Brooks on occasion."

"So you could tolerate a little Johnny Cash?"

She smiled. "Tolerate being the optimum word there."

"Here's a tough one. Love or money?”