Traffic thickened as they approached Boise. Most of it was heading towards them. It was too early for suburbanites to leave their quiet neighborhoods for a night out. As Mitch merged onto Interstate 84, Mindi’s mind raced. Mitch could actually be dateable material. She was drawn to his rugged build, dark hair and eyes, defined nose, kissable lips, chiseled chin, square jaw, testosterone-driven voice, and infectious laugh. Ben was more than a fixture to him, and being Jon’s friend, he probably had a solid career and good character.
“So what do you like?” Mitch asked.
OhmyGod! Am I that transparent? “Huh?”
He exited the Interstate, slowed for the light at Franklin, then turned to face her. “On your pizza. What do you like?” The corners of his mouth hinted at a smile.
She blushed. “Oh, uh. Basil and tomatoes. What do you like?”
His sexy lips spilled into an unabashed smile. “Dark hair. Black lashes. Fair skin. And emerald-green eyes.”
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