Levi smirked at her as he put the truck in gear and pulled out on the street. “So, what’s the deal with that choice of attire? Are you really a One Direction groupie? Aren’t you a little old for that kind of thing?” Levi knew his teasing words would either make her laugh or irritate her. Any form of distraction was welcome.
Thankful the darkness hid the blush searing her cheeks with heat, Kat settled back into the seat. “Don’t be an idiot. If you must know the truth, I spilled hot chocolate all over my favorite blouse and my receptionist just happened to have the shirt at her desk. It was either wear this or go without.”
Levi waggled an eyebrow at her. “I wouldn’t have minded without. Is that still an option?”