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I slipped my mobile into my coat pocket, took a deep breath and exited the motorhome.
He stood up from a camp chair, phone in hand. As I closed the door, he did a double take, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.
“You look very different when you’re not dressed for racing. Good different. I mean you look great.” He rolled his eyes. “In my head, that sounded a lot smoother.”
Butterflies took flight in my stomach.
This wasnota date: this was some kind of reverse blackmail where I’d promised alcohol to a complete stranger to preserve my anonymity and the future of Turner’s Racing.
I adjusted my scarf and cleared my throat.No biggie at all.
“So, umm—”
“I’ll just—”
We both laughed. He pushed his fingers through his fringe. I wondered what it would feel like to run my fingers through his dark hair.
I coughed, pulling my coat tighter around me.
His mobile buzzed. He glanced at the screen with a sigh and then put it away.
“Something wrong?” I asked, bending down to slip the key back under the door mat.
I caught him staring as I straightened, flicking my hair over my shoulder.
“Just family stuff,” he said, swallowing hard.
“Oh, I get it. They never leave you alone for a night out, right?”
He stared, saying nothing.
I jerked a thumb towards the food truck precinct of the racetrack.
“Ready for a drink?”
He nodded, hoisting my bag over his shoulder, insisting on carrying it.
“Afraid I’ll run or something?” I asked.
“I was attempting to be a gentleman.”
“Attempting, or are?”
He laughed, his dark brown eyes glowing in the twilight. “I gotta ask. Why no names?”
“It’s less … complicated without names.”
“One could argue that having no names makes this a whole lot more complicated than it needs to be.” He held up a hand to continue before I could respond. “I’m not going to rat you out to the racing officials as soon as you tell me.”
“Um, I don’t know that. At all.”
“Point taken.”
“Besides, don’t you form an opinion of someone based on their name?”
He blinked as his phone beeped.
“You said you had a mutual friend of yours and Phil’s?” I asked, doing my best to sound casual as he checked his mobile. “Are they a close friend?”
