Page 3 of Hot Shot

He grins again and I’ve decided that particular smile is the panty dropper. Wow. He’s stupidly hot. And again, I find myself wondering what the hell he’s doing sitting at my table.

“Yes, I know that movie. Rom-coms are my favorite,” he says.

I quirk a brow at him. “Rom-coms? Not action flicks like Zombies vs. Vampires?”

His nose wrinkles. “Is that a real movie? That sounds terrible.”

I laugh. “No. At least I don’t think it’s a real movie.”

“But yeah, I love rom-coms.” He points at his chest. “I have two older sisters. They pretty much raised me. They started me on the great teen romances like She’s All That and 10 Things I Hate About You. Gotta admit though I really loved Easy A. Something about Emma Stone’s snark.” He shakes his head, but he’s looking at me as he says it. As though it’s me he’s complimenting and not Emma Stone. “Sexy.”

“Okay, so then after the teen romances, what did they show you?”

“The classics like When Harry Met Sally, obviously You’ve Got Mail. I wasn’t much a fan of Sleepless in Seattle.”

“They aren’t on the screen together enough,” I say.

“Exactly. While You Were Sleeping is another great one. Love The Proposal.”

I nod. “I’m impressed. Your sisters did a good job.”

“I’ll tell them you said that.”

He glances to the windows on our left and the dark ominous Dallas sky. Lightning flashes across and then a boom of thunder rumbles by.

Phone alerts go off all around us. Announcements sound on the airport speaker system.

Max looks at his phone. “Well, that sucks.” Then he shrugs and puts the phone in his pocket.

“What’s happening,” I ask.

“All flights are grounded tonight. Storm is too bad with the wind. They’re expecting possible tornadoes.”

I shudder. “I hate tornados.”

He gives me a shit-eating grin. “As opposed to all those people who just love tornados?”

I roll my eyes. “There are some people who love them. Those crazy ones that chase them to get close-up videos.”

“Fair.”

“You should probably go to your gate and see what the airline’s plan is for your flight,” I say.

“You trying to get rid of me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

His hazel eyes lock on mine. “Will you be here when I get back?”

“Why are you working so hard to flirt with me?”

A line appears between his brows as he gives me a small frown. “What do you mean, why? Because you’re beautiful.”

I glance around the bar. “There are lots of pretty women in here.”

He frowns and looks at the neighboring tables. “I hadn’t noticed. Your laugh is what initially caught my attention.” He bites down on his lip and tilts his head. “Admittedly, dimples are a weakness for me. Tell me you don’t know you’re beautiful.”

I shake my head. “But there’s obviously a significant age gap between us, surely you’ve noticed that.”