He chuckled. “I know. I don’t care. Sexy as hell.”
Elliott smiled to herself.
At the bench and cubbies, Elliott sat down to remove the borrowed shoes while Jonah retrieved their items. He also brought over a gym towel so she could dry off a bit before donning her riding gear.
“I’ll dry off pretty fast on the road,” she said as she lifted her hair and ran the towel along the back of her neck.
Jonah studied her intently again, tracing along the perspiration on her skin from her exertions, strands of her black hair sticking to her face and neck. She didn’t have to guess the effect on him when he cursed out, “Jesus,” before tearing his gaze away from her.
“You know, there’s an excellent pizza parlor in Parkville. Maybe you’ve heard of it?” Elliot asked as she stood to pull up the motorcycle pants, concentrating on the snap at her waist. She glanced up.
Jonah looked back at her and smiled. “Woman, you had me at pizza.”