He dropped them into her open palm. “If you hit one of those rare times, give me a call. I’ll take you out in my ride.”
While she tried to think of a response, he jerked a thumb. She followed the direction to a big, burly, gleaming motorcycle.
“I don’t think so. I really don’t think so.”
He only smiled. “If you change your mind, you know how to reach me.” He waited a beat while she got into the car. “It’s the first time I’ve seen you with your hair down. It goes with the dress.”
“Um.” Jesus, Parker, she thought, what has tied your tongue into a knot? “Thanks for the work.” Back at you