Touching Scars (37 page)

“Thank you. You don’t look too bad in that suit either.” I flash him a flirtatious smile and I can see his eyes focus on my lips. My gaze makes it way to his lips as well and both of our breathing seems to be getting shallow. My heart starts to beat faster and our bodies seem to be inching toward each other, like a gravitational pull. “Umm…car...my cars this way,” I say breaking our stares by turning towards the street. I look back at him and he’s smiling with his eyes still on my lips. Cocky bastard. We walk in silence the few steps it takes to get there.

I stop next to a lifted truck and this time it’s his mouth that drops. “This is not your car. Seriously, where is it?” He’s looking around for a small sports car that he thinks I own.

“Girls can have trucks too Branson. Just because YOU drive a sports car doesn’t mean I have to. I like trucks and a lifted truck is even better. We do live in the south if you haven’t noticed.”

“Hold on a second, what makes you think I drive a sports car?” He looks offended. “Is it because of this suit? I knew this thing would get me in trouble,” he looks down his body with disdain, “I know one woman who loves it though.” His gaze rises and he winks at me again. Actually I drive a lifted truck as well. Just so happens to be the same model, different color.” Pointing to the truck directly in front of mine he starts to laugh. “I knew there was something I liked about you Sawyer. You’ve got damn good taste, girl. A lifted diesel truck is the only way to go.”

“Maybe we can race sometime.” I climb into my truck and start it. I’ve always loved the sound of a diesel. “I can show you what it’s like to lose to a woman.” With that I make my way onto the street, but not without looking in my rear view mirror at the man standing on the sidewalk with a smile on his face who’s consumed my thoughts.