rry lines beginning to form on her brow. And though she was slim, there was an enticing curve to her hips that he was trying really hard not to look at.
“Sir,” she started, and he immediately interrupted her.
“It’s Cam.”
She blinked, but showed no sign of recognition. He assumed she wasn’t a football fan. “Cam, I apologize for my son’s behavior. And of course I’ll pay for the damage. Please let me know how much you need once you take it in for repair.”
“It’s an Audi R8 Coupe. It’s gonna cost at least ten grand to get the dent out and resprayed.”
She lifted her head up, her expression unreadable. “Send me a quote and I’ll write you a check.”
He glanced at her clothes. Tight jeans and a flowy white blouse tucked into her waistband, highlighting the svelteness of her body. Her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders in waves.
“You should teach your kids not to run off when they get into trouble,” he told her. “I nearly had a heart attack chasing them.”
“Do you have children, Cam?” she asked. Her voice sounded strange. As though she didn’t come from around here.
“No, Ma’am.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t comment on other peoples’ parenting. My children know to come home if there are any problems. They did exactly the right thing. They would have come to see you once they told me what happened.” She hadn’t smiled at him once. For some reason, that annoyed him. He was used to women laughing and fawning, not staring at him as though he was some kind of child chaser.
“I apologize,” he said, giving her a slow, easy smile to see if it would melt her icy exterior. But it did nothing.
“Accepted.” Her face was still impassive. “Is your car okay to drive?”
“Yeah. Just a dent in the door.”
She nodded. “Okay then. Well, I should go in. There are two young men I need to speak to.”
He bit down a smile this time, because he wouldn’t want to be in her kids’ places for all the money in the world. If she was this short with him, god only knew how scary she must be to her kids.
“Can I have your number?” he asked her.
“No.” She frowned. “That’s completely inappropriate.”
He couldn’t help but laugh. “I need to send you the invoice. I wasn’t asking for a date.” Though he wouldn’t say no to that. It was crazy how much he wanted to see her smile. She was pretty enough when she was frowning, he’d bet good money she was glorious when she grinned.
A blush stole up her face. “Oh god, I’m sorry. Yes, of course. Do you want me to write it down?”
He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll punch it straight in.” He listened as she called out the numbers, then pressed the person icon. “Do you have a name?” he asked.
“Mia.”
“Mia?” he repeated, waiting for her surname.
“Mia,” she said again.
“Right. So your name’s Mia Mia. What are the odds on that?” he said, amused. “I guess your parents really loved the name, right?”
A ghost of a smile passed her lips and damn if that didn’t make him want to touch them. “It’s Mia Devlin.”
He gave her a full blown grin. “Okay, Mia Devlin. I guess I’ll get out of here and go back to my car. You’ll be hearing from me soon.”
“I guess I will.” She nodded. “And what’s your surname? Just so I know I’m paying the right ten thousand dollar invoice.”
“Hartson.”
Still no flash of recognition in her eyes. It was weird how he liked that she had no idea who he was. “Okay, Cam Hartson. I’ll be going in.” She turned on her heel and started to walk back up the path.