If Greg was surprised he didn't show it as he saw Nick and Sara walk into Club Monaco holding hands. It was evident from their body language that they weren't going to need the push that Greg had prepared himself to give them and that both pleased him and made him feel a pang of sadness. Even though he was falling hard for Tiffany, there would always be a soft spot in his heart for Sara Sidle.

"Hey, Greg." Sara was smiling as she and Nick approached Greg and the pretty young woman clinging to his arm that she surmised was Tiffany.

Greg grinned and gave Tiffany a look that could only be described as a uniquely affectionate 'Greg' look. "Tiffany, this is Sara Sidle and Nick Stokes."

Sara smiled at the other woman and shook her hand. "Greg's told me a lot about you."

"Nice to meet you." Nick extended his hand in greeting and as he spoke, a smile spread over Tiffany's face.

"Oh, you're from Texas." If her drawl was any indication, it was apparent that she was too. "I'm originally from Austin."

Nick nodded. "I'm from the Dallas area, most of my family is still there."

Tiffany's brow furrowed momentarily. "Stokes? You wouldn't be any relation to Justice Bill Stokes would you?"

Nick wished at that moment that he could crawl under a rug. No one in Vegas knew much about his prominent family other than that both of his parents were in law. The fact that his father was a sitting justice on the Texas Supreme Court wasn't something that had really come up in conversation. He smiled though and nodded. "Yeah, he's my dad."

Sara's eyes widened as she took in this little piece of information and she glanced over at Greg who seemed just as surprised as she did.

"Then you must know my dad Colt Prescott." Tiffany leaned into Greg as her smile widened.

"You're Tiffany Prescott?" Nick chortled. "The last time I saw you, you were…not this grown up." He smiled and let his words trail off as he realized he was going to say gangly.

"You know each other?" Greg looked at Nick and then at Tiffany quizzically.

Nick answered for both of them. "Yeah, our dads went to law school together."

"And they have quite the legendary stories." Tiffany added with a smirk.

Nick chuckled in agreement. "How is your dad?"

"He's good, about to retire, thinks your dad should too." Tiffany continued.

"I don't mean to break up this little reunion but I'm a little thirsty." Sara interjected with an amused smile. "Want me to get you anything at the bar, Nick?" There was part of her that wanted to feel insecure about how friendly Nick was being to Greg's girlfriend, but there was another part of her that knew she had to just be herself and let the chips fall where they may.

Nick gave Sara a thoughtful look. "Yeah, whatever you're having." He grinned at her and winked, feeling a thrill in his stomach as he felt Sara give his hand a squeeze before she meandered over towards the bar.

Greg wasn't sure what to think, he and Tiffany hadn't been seeing each other all that long, but the last thing he wanted was Nick making a play for his girl. He let out a nervous laugh. "You two could probably spend all night catching up."

Nick cast him an apologetic glance. "I'm sorry, man." His gaze drifted over towards Sara and a smile spread across his face as he studied her curves from behind. She carried herself so confidently and that just made what she was wearing all that much more sexy to him.

"We have a table here somewhere." Tiffany slid her arm around Greg's waist to offer him reassurance that the only one she had eyes for was him.

By the time they located their table in the crowd, Sara had returned with the drinks for her and Nick and as she slid into the booth, she found herself sitting closer to him than she normally would have dared; a move that wasn't lost on Nick.

Nick was feeling rather bold too as he and Sara sipped a couple of beers while Greg and Tiffany went off to dance, he slid his arm across her shoulders and then leaned in and whispered huskily in her ear. "Have I mentioned how good you look tonight?"

Sara let out a knowing chuckle and glanced at him, reaching over and letting her hand rest on his thigh. "Have I mentioned that I'm a terrible dancer?"

Nick laughed and pulled her a little closer. "See, now, that's the nice thing about coming to a place like this. You don't have to dance unless you want to." He smiled. "Of course, there's not much skill involved when you dance in a place this crowded."

Sara took a sip from her beer and tried to stifle a smile. "Well then maybe we should give it a try." She began to slide out of the booth.

Nick took one long swig from his beer and started to scoot out of the booth after her, reaching for her hand and then pulling her onto the dance floor. As they moved with the music, Nick leaned towards Sara and tried to talk over the music. "You're a liar." He had a huge grin on his face.

"What?" Sara smirked, trying to keep her eyes off of the hip shimmy that Nick was doing.

"I said you're a liar." Nick smirked back. "You dance pretty well."

Sara rolled her eyes. "Just wait until I step on your feet."

Nick was pretty sure he could handle squashed toes if it meant he could watch Sara shake and shimmy in front of him like she was doing right now. Her smile seemed to widen the more she got into the music.

The song ended and a much slower number started and Sara smiled as she felt Nick slip his arms around her waist and pull her close. Her arms drifted over his shoulders and she let out a sigh as she felt his fingers splay out across her back. As much as she wanted to get lost in the moment, she was curious about the little tidbit of information that Tiffany had revealed about Nick. She looked up at him and smiled. "So how come I never knew your dad was a justice?"

Nick knew there was no way he was going to get out of this and he let out a soft chuckle. "How often does the Texas Supreme Court come up in conversation at work?" He really didn't want to spend the evening focusing on his father; he was more interested in focusing on Sara.

Sara smirked again. "Well we are in law enforcement." The smell of Nick's cologne was a bit intoxicating and Sara found herself wishing very much that he would just kiss her.

Nick looked at Sara mischievously. "Do you really want to spend the evening talking about my dad?" The way she felt in his arms had his mind running into dangerous territory, and he couldn't help but brush his fingers across her back.

Sara's laugh was sexy as she eyed his lips. "Not really." The ambiance of the club and the feel of his fingers caressing her back caused her to press into him a little more, and she was very aware of just how muscular his body was as his grip on her tightened slightly.

"Ok then." Nick's voice was husky and he decided that now was as good a time as any to get that kiss he'd been wanting since he'd picked her up at her apartment. He leaned down and softly touched his lips against hers and then pulled back to gauge her reaction. He didn't have much time to process it as Sara's hand cupped the back of his head and pulled him back down for another kiss, this one a bit more intense than the first. In the back of Nick's mind he reasoned that he was the luckiest man on the planet at that moment.