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And none of them are on the menu.

“Like?”

Crap! I casually look down at the menu and quickly skim over the starters. “Shishito peppers.”

Mason quirks a brow. “That’s your choice?”

“I love a good blistered shishito pepper,” I say. It was also the first starter listed, so it was handy when I had to blurt out something.

“What else?” Mason asks.

“What do you want?” I ask, deflecting back to him.

His eyes drop to my mouth. I slowly draw my lower lip between my teeth as he stares at me. Mason’s eyes stay put, and heat fills me.

“Many things,” he says, picking up his lager and taking a long drink, his gaze now locked on mine. I watch as he swallows, then he lifts the glass from his full lips and slowly sets it down on the table, never breaking eye contact with me.

I find it hard to believe there is any man hotter than he is. The way he even drinks a lager is hot.

“But if you had to pick one?” I say, deciding I’m going to play this game, even if it’s the worst idea I’ve ever had.

“Hmm. It depends.”

“On what?”

“How adventurous you are.”

OH. MY. GOD. The chemistry is off the charts.

“What do you mean?” I ask, my heart beating wildly now.

“Well, are you?” Mason asks.

I think of what I’m doing right now. “Yes.”

“Good. Caviar bao buns? Do you like caviar?”

“I do. I also have a glass of champagne, so that seems perfect,” I say.

Mason orders both the peppers and the buns when the waiter appears. He leaves with a promise to come back for our entrée orders.

Mason smiles at me. “I’ve always wondered what you’d be like.”

My heart leaps. “What do you mean?”

Mason drags his fingers absently over his lower lip. “Outside of the paddock. The garage. A sponsor event. Who is Catherine Collings when she’s not with Collings Motors?”

Mason thinks about me. My brain can barely process this wonderful fact.

“So far I know you like chocolate orange, Aero bars, and shishito peppers,” he says, his eyes shining at me.

“Well, there you have it. Does that satisfy you?” I flirt.

Mason chuckles, and goose bumps sweep over my skin the second I hear that raspy sound.

“Yeah. I’m good. I don’t need to know anything else about you,” he says.

I laugh, and a devilish, mischievous grin appears on his face.