“You’ve got mighty long hair. Guess braiding it keeps it outta your eyes while you’re driving with the top down.” There was a quick smile, white teeth flashed and dimples winked.
Rachel swallowed. Dimples, he just had to have dimples. If she didn’t soon get away from this man with his muscles, his deep voice and those prominent dimples, she’d be nothing but a puddle of femininity on the front seat of her new car.