“Um, my schedule is booked for the rest of the week and most of next too, but I’m sure we could move some things around.” “I’ll wait,” he says easily. “You’re worth it.” He gives me a quick wink and something flutters in my chest. Not quite butterflies, but almost. Something. A flicker. “Just to be clear, you don’t want the underglow, right?” He laughs. “Yeah, no. I don’t want to get arrested by the vintage car police.”
