His eyes lit up with something I’d never before. “So do you, Paislie.”
My cheeks flushed and I had to place my hands on them to cool my face. “Um . . . thank you. Again, I’m really sorry about bumping into you and acting like a crazy fool.”
“We’ll just call it a warm up, I’m sure I’ll be doing lots of bumping out on the track.”
All of a sudden I found my
self very interested in racing. “You’re a driver?”
With a cocky smile, he replied, “Yep.”
I sunk my teeth down into my lip; clearly NASCAR drivers now turned me on as desire pooled in my lower stomach. “What number are you?”
It was then I heard a dog bark. Glancing down, a boxer was patiently standing at his hot owner’s side. I instantly dropped to the ground as I cried out, “A boxer! I love boxers!”
The dog promptly licked and tried to climb up on me as his owner corrected him. “Sorry about that. He tends to lose focus when a pretty girl is around.”
I peeked up through my eyelashes and tried hard to hold the eye roll back.
“Too cheesy?” he asked.
Standing, I held my thumb and index finger up. “Just a little.”
“Told you it wouldn’t work, Deuce.”
“Deuce? Cute name.”
Mr. Hotter-than-hot frowned. “Cute was not what I was going for with his name but . . . I’ll take it.”
Smiling like a schoolgirl, I tried to understand what it was about this guy that made me feel so . . . different. Giddy almost.
For Christ’s sake. Get a grip, Paislie.
“Well, I should let you go. Good luck today and again, I’m sorry for bumping into you.”
With a nod of his head, blue eyes and crazy sexy dimples leaned in closer and softly said, “I’m not.”
My heart practically pounded out of my chest as I watched him walk off. “Wait!” I called out. “What’s your number or your name or something for me to scream out when you drive by?”
With a wide grin, he said, “Malcolm Wallace.”
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop the stupid look of happiness from spreading across my face. “Good luck, Malcolm Wallace.”
His wink did me in and a moan slipped from my lips as he said, “Thanks, Paislie.”
And just like that he walked around the corner and was gone.
I dropped back against the building and fought to get my breathing under control. My stomach dipped and my chest felt funny.
“What in the hell was that?” I mumbled.
“There you are.”
I pushed off the wall and made my way over toward Trey. All the happiness and feelings I had just experienced vanished with the sound of his voice. “Sorry, I needed some fresh air.”
“We should probably check out a few other things before heading up to the box seats.”
Nodding in agreement, I said, “Sure.”