“Your pupils are dilated."
"It's a design flaw. It happens when sexy men get too close."
A smile tugged at his lips. "You think I'm sexy?"
"You are when you talk in that soft, deep voice and sit so close I can feel the heat of your body, and wear that craze-inducing cologne, and cradle my face like I'm a delicate flower." She licked her lips and his gaze fell to her soft, lush mouth. It was an invitation he couldn't ignore.
"You forgot the part where I tried to kill you by crashing into a deer at high speed," he offered, just in case he was misreading the signs.
"I'm trying not to remember it because you busted out some pretty slick moves to keep us from going over the cliff. Nothing sexier than a man who can stay calm in a crisis and save a girl so she can live to get fired another day. You, Sam Mehta, are a hero."
She thought he was worthy. It was a balm to his soul.”