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green. He waves to the crowd as he walks, his megawatt smile in place.
    Haddie makes a soft noise in the back of her throat. “Damn. That face is a definite work of art. You need to make sure you frame it between your legs every chance you get.”
    I choke on my drink as I look over at her and catch the wink she gives me. I burst out laughing. “Where in the hell do you come up with this stuff?”
    “I have my sources.” She shrugs with a naughty smirk on her lips.
    I just laugh at her and shake my head as I turn my focus back to the interview. As Colton rounds the desk, one of Jimmy’s papers flies off of it, and Colton bends over to pick it up. The slew of women in the audience go ballistic at the sight of Colton’s ass in tight jeans, and Haddie laughs out loud. Colton turns around, shaking his head at the audience and their reaction.
    “Well that’s a way to make an entrance!” Jimmy exclaims.
    “Was that planned?” Colton asks as he plays to the audience.
    “No. There was such a large whoosh of air from the exhales of your female fans in here that they blew that paper off the desk.”
    The audience laughs and a woman screams, “Marry me, Colton!” I want someone to tell her to stick a sock in it.
    “Thank you.” Colton chuckles. “But none of that will be happening for a while.”
    “And the audience keels over in sorrow.” Jimmy laughs. “So, how’s it going man? Good to see you again. What’s it been? A year?”
    “Something like that,” Colton says, leaning back in his chair and crossing his ankle over his opposing knee. The camera pans in for a close up of his face, and I breathe deeply. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how striking he is.
    “How do you not just stare at him all day when you’re with him?” Haddie asks. I smile but don’t respond. I’m too busy watching. “My God he’s fine.” She groans in appreciation.
    “And how’s your family?”
    “They’re doing good. My dad just got back a couple of days ago from being on location in Indonesia so I got to catch up with him, which as you know is always a good time.”
    “Yes, he’s quite the character.” Colton laughs at the comment and Jimmy continues. “For those of you who don’t know, Colton’s dad is Hollywood legend, Andy Westin.”
    “Let’s not give him a big head by using the word legend ,” Colton says as Jimmy holds up a picture of his dad with his arm around him at some event. “There he is,” he smiles with sincerity.
    “So what have you been up to lately?”
    “Just getting ready for the upcoming season to start. First race is at the end of March in St. Petersburg, so we’re getting ramped up for that right now.”
    “How’s the car running?”
    “It’s looking good so far. The guys are working hard to get it dialed in.”
    “That’s great. Now tell me about your new sponsors this year.”  
    Colton rattles off names of several of his advertisers. “And we picked up a new one this year in Merit Rum.”
    “Smooth rum,” Jimmy says.
    “Yeah, I can’t complain about getting paid to drink good alcohol,” Colton smiles, rubbing his thumb and forefingers over his shadowed jaw.
    “I think we have a snippet of your new commercial for them.”
    I whip my head up to look at Haddie. “Have you seen it yet?”
    “No.” She looks as surprised as I do. “I’ve been so busy on this new client I haven’t even caught up to speed with our other accounts.”
    “We just shot this the other day,” Colton says.
    The screen fills with Colton zipping his Indy car across a track, the Merit Rum logo splashed across his car’s nose. His sexy rasp of a voice overlaying the scene. “When I race, I drive to win.” The scene switches to him playing football on the beach with a bunch of other guys. Bikini clad women are on the sidelines cheering them on with drinks in their hands. He’s shirtless with a pair of low-slung board shorts on. His chiseled torso is misted in sweat, sand sticking in some