He thought quickly, needing an excuse for his silly mistake, "I was looking for Britta, I thought I'd seen her come this way."
His voice made her realise that she'd been holding her breath, such was the effect that he was having on her. She exhaled and then took a couple of breaths before she replied, "I've not seen her, sorry."
"Ok," he turned to leave, feeling embarrassed for chasing after her like she was his biggest crush. He was about to leave when he remembered something and he turned back to face her, "your last name, it's not Evans?"
"It was my name before I got married, I just prefer to use it for work," she explained with a small smile.
"Right," captured by her beauty once again his mouth overruled his brain and before he left he smiled and said, "and by the way, you won't be in my way, I know you have a job to do, I won't bite if you get too close."
Seb had turned and left the small room before an open mouthed Iris could say anything else, how long had he been stood there, how much of her phone conversation had he heard? And why was she feeling the way she was when she was married to someone else?
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The main event of the weekend was now underway and out on track the team's two drivers were working hard. A points finish was the aim, it would be tough but Iris knew that in this sport points meant prizes - more money.
