Cooper skipped a beat, momentarily stunned at his own density. Of course that was what she was after. He chuckled softly and tilted into Sarah in response. "Darlin', I will do my level best to show you the time of your life. And it won't be boats I'm all hot and bothered about." The urge to punctuate his promise with a kiss to her forehead was powerful, but Sarah's astonishment at being recognized had been plain. Best not to do anything that could land her picture in the tabloids the next day. With a sigh, he straightened.<br/><br/>"Bonkbuster," he suddenly repeated, catching her meaning. "Heh. I like that. Like a bodice ripper? Except maybe not with corsets." He scanned the titles of the books lining the shelves behind the counter, tilting his head this way and that, then shrugged and gave up. "Those guys must have been tough hombres. I thought corsets were all steel bars and whalebone inside."