him quieter than usual.
“Is everything okay? You seem reserved tonight.” Sarah remarked, squeezing Sawyer’s thigh.
He sighed, irritated with himself. “My apologies, I recently ended things with someone I cared for a great deal. She’s still on my mind, but I assure you I’ll be fully attentive to you tonight.”
“I didn’t realize you ha d a girlfriend,” Sarah stated barely audible, running her hand over the leather seat beneath her and scanning the floorboard.
“I don’t. I didn’t. We were on a hiatus.”
Sarah turned her face away from Sawyer, looking out the window. “I feel terrible.”
“Why ? It had nothing to do with you,” Sawyer replied without inflection.
“That’s not what I feel bad about. It’s…”
“ Go on,” he gently urged, fingering her chin and forcing her to look at him.
Sarah’s squeaky, soft voice was crystal clear. “I feel awful for being glad you’re not committed to anyone. We hardly know each other and it’s a selfish thing for me to feel. I’m sorry.”
Touched with Sarah’s budding feelings toward him, o ne side of Sawyer’s mouth lifted, the corners of his soft brown eyes wrinkling when he did so. So Sarah was interested in him for more than business, too. “There’s no need to be sorry. In all honesty, I knew things were over between Sonya and me a long time ago, I just couldn’t bring myself to face it.”
“Can I ask what happened?”
“We want different things in life, that’s all.”
Sara h nodded and said nothing more for the majority of the drive and he was grateful for the time she allowed him to think things over. He also appreciated that she never pushed him out of his comfort zone when discussing things, but he suspected that may not always be the case.
Coming to rest at a stoplight, Sawyer revved the engine loudly making Sarah’s eyes widen and flash her pearl-white teeth.
“I love that sound.” Sawyer lifted his eyebrows at her and punched the gas pedal quickly, the mufflers of his 1970 Shelby Mustang rattling the windows. “And the smell of exhaust, too. Hot tamales, this is a gorgeous car,” she gushed.
“ Thank you. Restoring her took my mind off my wife’s death. It was a lot of work but it was well worth the effort. I guess I’m a sucker for a nice chassis,” he commented suggestively, his eyes moving over her body seductively.
“So, it’s a her ?”
Tipp ing his head back, he peered at Sarah’s face. “All cars are females, don’t you know that?”
“Why? If I ever get an old classic like this, it’s going to be of the male persuasion with a manly name like Torin which means Chief of Thunder.”
He tossed his head back and laughed. “It doesn’t work like that. Them’s the rules, you silly little girl,” he joked.
Sarah’s smile widened and she gestured toward her body, “Little? I’m 5’8” and there’s nothing little about me.”
“You’re a great deal smaller than me so I can call you that. And you r five feet, eight inches of perfection as far as I’m concerned,” he smiled playfully.
Her eyes lit up. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
Sawyer huffed, “I’m not a man who doles out compliments just for the sak e of it. If I say you have a perfect chassis, it’s because in my eyes, it’s fucking perfect.”
Turning her body to face Sawyer, the lust on Sarah’s face was easily readable. “Thank you, Sir. I can honestly say no one has ever said that to me, and I’ll never doubt your sincerity again.” She gently shook her head as if clearing her thoughts. “So what’s your car’s name?”
“This hot little vixen doesn’t have a name. She simply is. ”
“She who has no name? Boring,” she tittered, drawing out her last word.
That sounded like a challenge and Sawyer grinned. “I’ll show you boring.”
He punched the gas again making his tires squeal loudly. The back end of his black muscle car slid around as they sped away from the light, leaving a trail
“Is everything okay? You seem reserved tonight.” Sarah remarked, squeezing Sawyer’s thigh.
He sighed, irritated with himself. “My apologies, I recently ended things with someone I cared for a great deal. She’s still on my mind, but I assure you I’ll be fully attentive to you tonight.”
“I didn’t realize you ha d a girlfriend,” Sarah stated barely audible, running her hand over the leather seat beneath her and scanning the floorboard.
“I don’t. I didn’t. We were on a hiatus.”
Sarah turned her face away from Sawyer, looking out the window. “I feel terrible.”
“Why ? It had nothing to do with you,” Sawyer replied without inflection.
“That’s not what I feel bad about. It’s…”
“ Go on,” he gently urged, fingering her chin and forcing her to look at him.
Sarah’s squeaky, soft voice was crystal clear. “I feel awful for being glad you’re not committed to anyone. We hardly know each other and it’s a selfish thing for me to feel. I’m sorry.”
Touched with Sarah’s budding feelings toward him, o ne side of Sawyer’s mouth lifted, the corners of his soft brown eyes wrinkling when he did so. So Sarah was interested in him for more than business, too. “There’s no need to be sorry. In all honesty, I knew things were over between Sonya and me a long time ago, I just couldn’t bring myself to face it.”
“Can I ask what happened?”
“We want different things in life, that’s all.”
Sara h nodded and said nothing more for the majority of the drive and he was grateful for the time she allowed him to think things over. He also appreciated that she never pushed him out of his comfort zone when discussing things, but he suspected that may not always be the case.
Coming to rest at a stoplight, Sawyer revved the engine loudly making Sarah’s eyes widen and flash her pearl-white teeth.
“I love that sound.” Sawyer lifted his eyebrows at her and punched the gas pedal quickly, the mufflers of his 1970 Shelby Mustang rattling the windows. “And the smell of exhaust, too. Hot tamales, this is a gorgeous car,” she gushed.
“ Thank you. Restoring her took my mind off my wife’s death. It was a lot of work but it was well worth the effort. I guess I’m a sucker for a nice chassis,” he commented suggestively, his eyes moving over her body seductively.
“So, it’s a her ?”
Tipp ing his head back, he peered at Sarah’s face. “All cars are females, don’t you know that?”
“Why? If I ever get an old classic like this, it’s going to be of the male persuasion with a manly name like Torin which means Chief of Thunder.”
He tossed his head back and laughed. “It doesn’t work like that. Them’s the rules, you silly little girl,” he joked.
Sarah’s smile widened and she gestured toward her body, “Little? I’m 5’8” and there’s nothing little about me.”
“You’re a great deal smaller than me so I can call you that. And you r five feet, eight inches of perfection as far as I’m concerned,” he smiled playfully.
Her eyes lit up. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
Sawyer huffed, “I’m not a man who doles out compliments just for the sak e of it. If I say you have a perfect chassis, it’s because in my eyes, it’s fucking perfect.”
Turning her body to face Sawyer, the lust on Sarah’s face was easily readable. “Thank you, Sir. I can honestly say no one has ever said that to me, and I’ll never doubt your sincerity again.” She gently shook her head as if clearing her thoughts. “So what’s your car’s name?”
“This hot little vixen doesn’t have a name. She simply is. ”
“She who has no name? Boring,” she tittered, drawing out her last word.
That sounded like a challenge and Sawyer grinned. “I’ll show you boring.”
He punched the gas again making his tires squeal loudly. The back end of his black muscle car slid around as they sped away from the light, leaving a trail
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