Gathering her courage, Tracey looked up at Phoenix, admiring his profile. She’d never gotten butterflies in her stomach just looking at a man—except for when she saw Harry Styles in concert but come on—that was Harry Styles.
Love him as she might, Harry had nothing on Phoenix Tala. His face was just as gorgeous, and his body, god-like.
“So, why are you in Maccon City?”
That brought both golden eyebrows up, and Tracey grinned. It was about time he got frazzled. But even more than the little bit of satisfaction she got from surprising the man, she really was curious.
“Well, I was itching for a road trip. So, I told my Alph—er, I mean my boss, then I jumped on my bike and wound up here.”
“Your bike? Wait—you have a motorcycle?” she asked, mouth gaping.
“Yeah. A Harley.”
“OMG! Of course you do,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
“What?” he asked.
“It just figures,” she replied, and exhaled a laughing breath.