Involuntary or not, her laugh was infectious. Coop chuckled and slipped an arm beneath Sarah's head. A subtle shiver followed the track of her fingertips through the light scattering of hair on his other forearm.<br/><br/>"Nervous? Really?" He shook his head. "Um. First time here, huh? Well. I hope you're not having any buyer's remorse."<br/><br/>First time here, he thought. No surprise there. A girl like Sarah must have to chase men away with a stick. The real puzzle was why she had come at all. She could have anyone she wanted; were all the guys who met underwear models out there in the real world such colossal jerks she didn't want any of them? Cooper had to admit, for an average Joe like him, that idea was oddly comforting. He was on the verge of asking Sarah outright when he recalled Mel's sharp shake of the head. Right, right, no snooping into the customers' lives outside the Place. So he contented himself with resting his hand on Sarah's hip and smiling.