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faster than I could walk. Grabbing on to my shoulder, he spun me around. “What the fuck was that?”
    I shoved him off. “Go fuck yourself, Blake.”
    “You had to pull that crap didn’t you? What’s that, six in a row now?” His eyes narrowed.
    “What the fuck do you care?”
    “I don’t give a fuck about your performance issues, until they affect me. They’re affecting me, so you better fucking watch—”
    “Hunter.” His name was barked in a sharp tone by a unique voice on the circuit. Paige Wood, the owner of Wood Racing. She was a relatively new team owner, having taken over from her father when he retired, but she ran a tight ship and her team was second only to Sinclair. “Back to the pits.”
    Like the little lapdog he was, Hunter sneered at me once more and then spun around and retreated.
    Instead of turning to follow him, Paige came up to me. Her short blonde hair was pristinely coiffed, and despite her garish make-up she was kind of pretty. The team polo she wore showed the benefits of her fantastic surgeon—she was full in all the right places. All in all, she wasn’t bad looking, for an older woman. A wild cougar displaying her true colours, and definitely someone I wouldn’t say no to bedding if the offer arose. “Mr. Reede.”
    I nodded. “Mrs. Wood.”
    She chuckled, a throaty laugh which was clearly designed to be seductive. “It’s Ms and please, call me Paige.”
    I nodded, and waited impatiently for her to get to her point.
    “That was an unfortunate incident on the track.”
    Raising one eyebrow, I scoffed at her. “Unfortunate?”
    She stepped closer to me, brushing her hands through the front of my hair.
    With an eyebrow raised at the overfamiliar touch, I reached out and captured her wrist before lowering her hand back to her side.
    A sly, challenging smile lit her lips. “Well, it wasn’t exactly deliberate, was it? What else can it be called besides unfortunate?”
    There were a hundred other things I could have called it, but I wasn’t going to say them all. In fact, I was surprised how calm she was considering she’d lost a car in the tangle.
    “You’re not injured I hope?” she purred as she trailed her gaze over my body.
    Glancing down at my ankle, I shook my head. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
    “I assume Danny isn’t going to be very happy with you?”
    I barked a laugh. “That’s an understatement.”
    She chuckled again, another throaty sound which echoed into my cock. “Well, maybe it’s time you and I had a little chat about things?” She brushed her hand over my shoulder. “I like to give my boys extra-special attention.”
    I smirked at her. The attention she was lavishing on me certainly gave me something positive to concentrate on rather than the shit I was going to have to deal with back at Sinclair’s pits. Some of the dealings I’d had with her in the past were a little less than desirable, and I had no interest in joining her team, but there was something about having the undivided attention of a woman who clearly looked after herself. Something told me she’d be a firecracker in the sack too.
    “How about we have dinner sometime?” she said as she brushed her fingers through my hair again. “Talk about your future.”
    “I’m locked in with Sinclair for another year,” I said. Assuming he doesn’t fire my arse . “So I’m not sure what there is to talk about.”
    Another one of her throaty chuckles slipped past her lips. “Even if you’re locked in for twelve months, there’s plenty to discuss. I’d do almost anything to get you under me.”
    There was no missing or confusing the double entendre in her words. “Maybe it’s worth having that chat one day then.”
    She brushed her fingers over my cheek. “Later then.”
    I turned around to go back to the pits, but stopped when I saw Hazel Sinclair—sweet Hazel, Danny’s wife—staring wide-eyed at me in disbelief. When I gave her a wave to let her know I was okay, she