dating.” “There’s not much to say.” Matt picked up her menu and handed it to her with a pointed glance. “They’ve got great Fettuccini Alfredo here.” But Tori didn’t look at the menu. Instead her gaze had shifted toward the inside of the restaurant. “I want that woman’s belt,” Tori said abruptly. “The lambskin one. I have a friend who has one just like it.” Matt followed the direction of her gaze and his eyes widened. It was Sierra. She wore a multicolor stretch cotton skirt and a white sleeveless top. The belt his sister admired was wrapped around her trim waist. “Beautiful,” he breathed. She’d pulled her hair back from her face with some kind of cloth band that complemented her skirt. Her eyes were large and green and a touch of color brightened her lips. “Will you buy me that belt for my birthday?” Tori shifted her gaze back to him. “Dad won’t do it. He says it’s way too expensive.” “Sure,” Matt said idly watching Sierra slowly weave her way through the crowded tables and out onto the patio in their direction. “I knew I could count on you.” Tori reached over and squeezed his arm. “Anyway six hundred dollars isn’t that much. Not for lambskin.” Matt’s gaze briefly jerked to his sister. “How much?” “Six hundred,” Tori said with an innocent look that didn’t fool him in the least. “Forget it.” Matt pushed back his chair and rose to his feet. As if Sierra could feel the heat of his stare, her steps slowed and for the first time she looked in his direction. “Matt.” Surprise filled her voice and she walked over. “Did you just get here? I didn’t see you before.” Her gaze flickered briefly over Tori and Matt quickly performed the introductions. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said pleasantly, shaking Tori’s hand. She nodded to Matt. “Good to see you again.” “I love your belt,” Tori said. Sierra glanced down as if she’d forgotten what she’d put on. “It’s lambskin.” “I know,” Tori said. “My friend Marlys has one just like it.” Sierra smiled again. “Sierra.” A feminine voice called out. Sierra turned immediately. A brunette sat at a table on the edge of the outdoor seating, holding up a cell phone. Sierra nodded before turning back to Tori. “I’m afraid I need to go.” Matt could tell she was in a hurry. Still, he couldn’t let her go, not quite yet. He touched her arm and met her gaze. “We need to talk.” Uncertainty flickered for a moment in her eyes before she nodded. “I’ll be home after nine.” “I’ll call,” Matt promised. She inclined her head in a slight nod, said goodbye and walked away. “Is there something going on between you two?” Tori asked, her gaze following Sierra to the table. “She’s my new girlfriend,” he said. Tori’s eyes widened and her gaze jerked back toward Sierra. “Why didn’t you say that when you introduced her?” Reproach colored Tori’s question. Matt ignored it. “It’s a relatively new relationship.” He shrugged. “I didn’t want you interrogating her. It’s enough that I introduced you.” “Does the fact that I’ve met this one mean she’s special?” Tori asked. “Will she be around for a while?” “I doubt it,” Matt answered honestly. “She’s not looking for anything long-term, either.” “Don’t tell me she’s like you.” A look of horror crossed Tori’s face. “Surely she doesn’t want to wait until she’s in her thirties to settle down.” “I don’t know,” Matt said with a shrug. He had no idea what Sierra’s thoughts were about marriage. But then he couldn’t honestly say he knew much about her thoughts on anything. But if he had his way, they’d soon get to know each other better. His gaze shifted and settled appreciatively on Sierra’s curvy figure. Yes, he’d like to know her much better. And that couldn’t happen soon enough to suit him.