Cooper took his time gliding Sarah's pants down her long, shapely legs to the floor, letting the backs of his fingers caress her silky skin every inch of the way. Her jeans disposed of, he sat back on his haunches to admire her, fingertips trailing back up from her calves - and his eyes popped a little. Suddenly he knew where he had seen her before: eight feet tall and black and white, hanging in the window of a Victoria's Secret store in a mall in Baltimore! So the old joke about not recognizing a person with her clothes on was true after all...<br/><br/>He tamped down his reaction, hoping she would simply assume his fit of goggling had been provoked by admiration for her figure. In fact, for the most part it had been. She was obviously here to be incognito for a change, and he was determined that's what he was going to give her. Still silent, Cooper rose to his feet, took Sarah's hand in his once again, and stepped her out of the heap of denim at her feet and around the couch to the bed.