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She turned to look up at him and couldn’t stop her smile. She was once again struck by those dark-brown eyes, which were complemented by his tan t-shirt. A few days of scruff lined his jaw, and he somehow seemed taller and broader in the shoulders. His light-brown hair was hidden by a ball cap sporting a Chevrolet logo, and when he smiled, she felt sparking electricity travel through her body.
“Carter. Hi.”
“Hey.” His expression was open and friendly.
“My favorite year Bronco is definitely 1968. I saw one at a car show once and fell in love with it. I wouldn’t mind having a pink one.” She held her hand up. “And before you tell me that pink isn’t a cool color, there was a pink one, and it was very, very cool.”
“Huh.” He chuckled. “Well, I’ll agree that 1968 is a great year, but I’ll have to take your word about the color pink.”
She scanned their surroundings in search of his companion but found no one nearby. Folks moved up and down the sidewalk admiring the cars, but no one else seemed to be lingering. “Are you here alone?”
“Yeah.” He rubbed the scruff on his jaw. “My sister and brother-in-law checked out the cars and then went to dinner with some friends.”
“Why didn’t you join them?”
He shrugged. “I had eaten something at the house earlier. I figured I’d walk around since all of the reality shows are reruns tonight.”
“All of them, huh?”
“Oh yeah.” He counted off on his fingers. “The Bachelor, The Bachelorette, the housewives shows, and I Married My Brother-in-Law’s Sister’s Podiatrist. All reruns.”
She grinned. “I Married My Brother-in-Law’s Sister’s Podiatrist? Sounds riveting.”
“Oh, it is—especially when they show the feet.” And his crooked grin made its grand appearance.
A bubble of laughter escaped her throat. Darcy was drawn to his sense of humor. In fact, she wasn’t sure she’d been this charmed by someone since the early days of dating Jace.
“You’re easily amused if you laugh at my sorry attempts at a joke.” His smile broadened, and those dark eyes twinkled.
She imagined getting lost in their depths, then shook herself back to the present.
“What do you really watch on TV if it’s not reality TV?” she asked.
“I watch my version of reality TV, which is MotorTrend. It’s a lot of rebuilding and restoring cars. That sort of thing.”
“My dad watches that, much to my mother’s dismay. She says it’s like watching paint dry.”
“Sometimes it actually is watching paint dry when they’re painting a car.”
They both laughed, and she felt a strange comradery.
“How about you? What do you like to watch?” he asked.
“Would you think less of me if I told you I love cooking shows?”
“I don’t think I could ever think less of you.” His smile made her insides melt as he came to stand beside her. “How’s your car doing?”
“No problems—thanks to you.”
“Good.” Carter scanned the cars lining the street. “I haven’t seen any ’58 Dodge pickups tonight. I guess your dad didn’t bring his truck, huh?”
“He didn’t come tonight.”
“Are your folks still at the beach?”
She studied him, surprised he recalled that detail about her life. “No, they came home last week, but he and my mom had plans with friends. Their social life is much more exciting than mine.”
“Oh.” He nodded slowly, as if contemplating what she’d said. “Do you attend a lot of car shows?”
