When Zachary finally parked the car in front of Trish house, they looked at each other.
“Still pouting?” Zachary said.
Trish nodded with a serene smile.
Chuckling, Zachary shook his head. “I’ve seen some post-match interviews with you before. You’re so different from your public persona.”
Trish rolled her eyes. “I know I’m not gonna like it, but let’s hear it.”
Zachary’s lips twitched. “In every interview you’re always so charming, easy-going, and smiley. You’re likable. So damn likable that my bullshit radar went off every time I saw you say all the right things and wrap people around your little finger.”
“It’s called charisma,” Trish said haughtily.
Zachary snorted a laugh. “I don’t think so. People are just fooled by your pretty face and a pair of pretty blue eyes.”
Trish batted her eyelashes. “Aw, you think I’m pretty?”