Sonny had been warned about this. About you. At the moment though, his ocean colored eyes trailed over in your direction anyway.

Sonny wasn’t in love. He knew this. He hadn’t even had a conversation with you, yet he couldn’t help but picture you in his sheets. From the little he knew about you, he liked. You talked a lot less than JP—the sassy trait must have skipped you as well. You were supportive of your brother, which he thought was respectful. And you were sexy. Like really sexy, in his opinion.

There was something about you—the way you spoke, walked, moved. It was better than any old playboy magazine he had read back in the 80’s. You were a quieter beauty. A younger one too.

He had been caught giving you looks the other day, an incident which ended up in a few threats thrown his way by your brother Joshua. Hell, even Ruben had tried persuading him to keep his damn eyes off of you. Something about “keeping the peace” between teammates or something. In all honesty Sonny hadn’t really been listening.

He had been thinking about you and the happy observation he had made when realizing you didn’t have a wedding ring on your finger. In his mind, it wasn’t a question of if he would ask you out, but when.

“D’you watch all the races he’s in?” Sonny approached you and your mother, doing his best not to rake his gaze over your figure. He then made sure to smile, begrudgingly so, dimples popping out as he made sure to pay your mother attention as well.