"I'm an everywhere kind of girl," Lisa countered. "Wanderer, remember? Don't get me wrong--it's nice. Perfect, actually. But you have to admit there's not really a lot of town to show."
The last thing she wanted to discuss with a bloke she barely knew was her reasons for wanting a little solitude. While somehow not wanting it. She didn't half understand it herself, much less know how to explain it to anyone else.
He flew every day. That alone had her attention as much or more than all of his charm rolled into one; she wondered fleetingly if he would realise that, deciding that he probably wouldn't. Which was probably for the best. She couldn't have him knowing all of her weak spots at once, could she? Where was the fun in that?
"Every day sounds like heaven," Lisa said. "So let me guess...." Her eyes flicked down to his hands for half a second, then back to his face. "Beater?"