“You think I’m good-looking?” I ask, smiling her way. “Or are charm and flattery part of your sales tactics?”
Her eyes fly open. “Look out!”
My foot slams on the brake as a dog runs out in front of me. I stop almost immediately, my grip to the steering wheel loosening only when the dog speeds away unharmed.
“Woo!” Wren yells. She points to the dash. “You see that? Best breaking system in its class!” She drops her hands, beaming at me. “So what do you think?
I shift the SUV into park in the middle of the road, stunned I didn’t run over that poor creature yet impressed how Wren incorporated the experience into her sales pitch. I should apologize for my carelessness. But I can’t explain that my inability to focus was due to her presence.
“Come on,” she says, giving me a playful nudge. “If you were driving anything else we’d be scraping Snoopy off the tires and telling some poor family we killed their dog.”
“I’ll take it,” I say, my voice lowering as I continue to take her in. I’ll take three if it means staying with her a moment longer.
Her mesmerizing stare holds me in place. “In that case, I’m taking you to lunch.”