“Chairs?” Mia’s brows knitted. “What’s that?”
As Becca attempted to explain the town tradition, Mia found her gaze wandering to the left again. Cam was talking to his aunt, but his face turned abruptly and he was staring right at her.
Busted. Mia bit her lip, and looked firmly away.
He was way too good looking. And according to the article she’d read about him, one of the best safeties the NFL had ever seen.
And way out of your league, Mia Devlin. Yeah, she knew that, but a little look didn’t hurt, did it?
She was going to be paying ten thousand dollars to the guy, for goodness sake. Or more, if you added the cost of the top end tire. So she’d look if she wanted to.
“So do you think you’ll come next week?” Becca asked her.
Mia dragged her eyes away from Cam’s. “I wish I could,” she told her. “But it’s Friday night football at school. I promised I’d take Michael and Josh.”
“Do your sons play?”
“Michael does. Josh tried pee wee last year and hated it. He likes going to games, though. For the snacks.” Mia laughed.
“I used to like those, too. I remember being dragged along to football at the high school for years. First for Gray, then for Cam and Logan. Even Tanner played, and he hates getting dirty.” She tipped her head to the side and looked over at Cam. “Hey, did you know Mia’s son plays football?”
“Oh yeah. I’ve seen him in action.”
It was getting stupid how often they were looking at each other. This time, there was a curl to his lips. A kind of half smile that made her legs feel weak. She grinned back at him, and he winked.
Damn it, how could a wink be sexy?
“My son dented Cam’s car,” she admitted to Becca.
“He’s the one?” Becca’s eyes widened. “I had no idea. Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked Cam.
“Because I haven’t seen you. Anyway, it’s none of your business, Miss Nosey.” He walked over and ruffled her hair. “Now can I steal Mia away from you for a minute? I want to talk to her about the car.”
“You can talk here,” Becca suggested. “I won’t listen.”
“Sure. And you didn’t rat me out every time I snuck in late at night when we were kids.” Cam shook his head. “You forget how well I know you.”
“I forgot how much you annoy me.” Becca shook her head. “Go on. Steal my new friend. See if I care.”
Mia smiled at her. “I’ll see you at the distillery.”
“Yep. Oh wait, can I have your number? To add you to our messenger group? And Courtney wanted it, too.”
“I’ll send it to you,” Cam told her, his voice impatient. “Okay?”
“You have Mia’s number?” Becca’s eyes widened. “Why?”
Ignoring her, he inclined his head at Mia. “Shall we go?”
She nodded.
“Bye, Mia. Bye, Cam. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” Becca’s eyes sparkled, while Cam’s rolled as they walked over to an old oak tree, where nobody else was standing.
Finally alone, Mia looked up at him. The sun was shining through the branches, casting a dappled light onto them, making Cam’s eyes look almost bronze as they stared down at her.
“Thank you for the tire,” she said softly. “But you didn’t need to do that. I had it handled.”
“I know. But I was going to the dealership anyway.”