I bite back my groan. “You’re good at this,” I say, slightly breathless.
“And you’re stubborn as hell. Why didn’t you tell me your feet were hurting?”
For some reason, the annoyance in his voice makes me grin.
I drop my head on the arm of the couch and lightly close my eyes, reveling in the feel of his hands on me.
“Did you have fun today?”
“I did. So much I thought twice about taking Uncle Owen up on his offer to do karaoke at lunch.”
Travis chuckles. “I noticed that. Not a fan of karaoke?”
I shake my head. “Not really.” I push out a breath, staring at the ceiling. “My mother had a beautiful singing voice.” I don’t know what prompts me to share that.
Perhaps it’s the conversation I had with Uncle Theo earlier today. Or remembering my mom’s face whenever she sung around the house. Maybe, it’s the feel of Travis’ strong hands on my feet.
“Can you?—”
“Totally tone deaf,” I say. “Can’t hold a note to save my life.”
He frowns. “Our poor baby.”
I cock my head to the side.
“Poor thing will have to deal with not only possibly being born with a sixth toe but a tone-deaf mother.”
He laughs when I toss one of the couch pillows at him. He easily bats it away and wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“I do not have a sixth toe. You’re literally rubbing my feet.”
“You’re lucky I’m not inspecting too closely for the scar left behind by the removal surgery.”
“You’re such a?—”
“Gorgeous guy.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t like handsome guys.”
He squeezes my feet. “I said gorgeous and not handsome. Do you have plans for next weekend?” he asks, expression turning serious.
My brows knit as I go over my schedule for the next week. “No. Why?”
“I want to take you somewhere.”
“For the weekend?”
He nods. “Silverstone.”
I jut my head backwards. “Don’t you race there?” It sounds vaguely familiar as one of the places on his racing list.
“In July, but I want to take you there before our race. Especially since by then it wouldn’t be ideal for you to get on a plane.”
“What’s in Silverstone?” His inquiry had piqued my interest.
“You and me, hopefully.”
I fake like I’m going to toss another pillow at him.
