at her. Sierra was the most observant of her sisters, but Natalie hadn’t thought she’d been that transparent. “I don’t want to become a jewel thief, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“But…” Sierra urged.
Natalie sighed and turned to Rory. “It was a mistake to let her get that Ph.D. in psychology.”
“You’re just evading the issue,” Rory said around a mouthful of shrimp. “You haven’t been yourself lately. Even I’ve noticed that. But I don’t think it’s because you’re thinking of ditching law enforcement for a career in grand larceny. I’m betting it’s a man.”
“I’ve sworn off,” Natalie said with a frown.
“Here, here.” Rory lifted her glass. “I’ll drink to that. Ever since Paul the jerk dumped me, I’ve decided that the only men I’ll allow in my life are the ones I create in my fantasies.”
Sierra laughed and joined in the toast. “Which particular man have you sworn off, Nat?”
Natalie slanted Sierra a look. “You should have been a cop.” Then with a sigh, she set down her glass. Who better to talk to than her two sisters? “The man is the one I worked with on that smuggling case three months ago. I haven’t been able to get him out of my mind.”
“So what’s the problem?” Rory asked. “I’ve never known you to have any trouble getting a man if you wanted him?”
Natalie turned to face her two sisters. “That’s just it. I don’t want to want him. Besides, the feeling doesn’t seem to be mutual. I haven’t heard from him in three months. Not that I expected to. We had an agreement—for one night. That was all.”
“That is a problem,” Sierra said.
Natalie sighed. “That’s not the only one. Ever since I worked with him on that case, I’ve begun to be restless at my job. I’ve been grumpy with my partner, Matt, my office seems to be closing in on me and I want more than anything to escape.”
Shocked at what she’d just admitted, Natalie stared at her two sisters and found them staring right back at her. “I am just like Harry.”
“Of course, you’re like him,” Rory said, helping herself to a crab puff. “We try to deny it, but we’re all like him. I count on luck to get me out of scrapes. Sierra uses that marvelous brain she inherited from him. And you take the risks that he thrived on, though you try very hard to keep a lid on that tendency. But, face it, we can’t escape our genes.”
“Sierra,” Natalie said, “you want to help me out on this one? Tell her she’s wrong.”
Sierra shook her head. “I can’t. Rory’s right. We are, all of us, his daughters—for better or worse. But if you want my advice…”
“I need something,” Natalie said, waving away the shrimp that Rory offered her. “And I don’t mean food.”
“I think that you ought to follow his advice. You’ve seen what you want. Why not trust in your talents and take a risk?” Sierra said.
Natalie turned her gaze to Rory.
“You’re not going to get any argument from me. You like this guy who hasn’t called you in three months. I say go get him. And if you want to give up your job as a cop, do that, too. For years, you’ve been the responsible one, holding down a steady job, helping Sierra apply to another graduate school, helping me write yet another résumé. But Sierra and I are officially all grown-up now. You can stop worrying about us and escape.”
“I’m not giving up my job.” The thought had a little curl of panic tightening in her stomach. “I heard this afternoon that he’s going to be at the party Sophie Wainwright is throwing at her shop on Friday.”
“Excellent,” Rory said. “Sierra was invited, and she’s bringing me as her guest. We’ll be there to cheer you on.”
Natalie drew in a deep breath, then let it out. “I’m just not sure….”
“Do you want him?” Rory asked.
“Yes.” She couldn’t deny that. It had been three months, and she hadn’t gotten him out of her head.
Rory selected another mushroom. “Then I say follow Harry’s advice and take a risk. What have you got to lose?”
Natalie said nothing as the curl of panic tightened in her stomach. As a cop, she was used to facing her fears. As a woman, she was less sure of herself. Except for that night she’d spent with Chance. She lifted her hands and dropped them. “We had an agreement—for one night.”
“Agreements can be renegotiated.” Rory sipped her martini.
“Whose idea was it to make it one night?” Sierra asked.
“His,” Natalie replied.
“Figures,” Rory said.
“In many primitive cultures, the woman is the hunter when it comes to mate selection,” Sierra said.
“Whoa.” Natalie lifted her hands, palm outward. “I’m not on the hunt for a mate. I’m more in the mood for a fling. And I was in total agreement about the one night.”
“And all you want is one more night?” Sierra asked.
“Yeah,” Natalie said. One more night. Maybe then, she could get him out of her system and get her life back to normal.
Sierra cleared her throat. “Then I have a suggestion. For my current research project, I’ve been researching the sexual fantasies of different cultures.”
“That’s our girl,” Rory said, lifting her glass.
After they toasted again, Sierra continued, “One of the most universal fantasies is sex with a stranger—someone you don’t know and never will know.” Pausing, she cleared her throat again. “So why don’t you just pretend that you’re someone else for the night?”
When her two sisters turned to stare at her, Sierra hurried on. “It makes sense. You love undercover work and you’re good at it. So just come to Sophie’s party as someone else.”
“That’s a great idea,” Rory said, waving a shrimp.
“I don’t think—”
“That’s your problem, Nat,” Rory said. “You over-think everything. Sierra’s got a great idea.”
“You’re so good at disguise,” Sierra continued. “You could just let yourself be this other person. That way you can put Natalie Gibbs’s fears and hang-ups away for the evening and be free to make a play for this man as a totally different person.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Natalie asked.
“Absolutely.” Sierra leaned forward. “It’s the age-old concept of Mardi Gras. For one night you put on a mask and do things that you would never do as your real self. Very freeing.”
Rory shot Natalie a look. “Freeing?
