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finally. “You want this championship. You need it.”
    â€œYou want it, too.”
    â€œYeah. I’d like to be the one to help you achieve your dreams. I want to see this team claim that trophy in New York in December.”
    â€œAnd we can’t let anything personal get in the way.”
    She squeezed his hand again, then let go. Rising, she wandered to the windows and looked out at the downtown lights. “No, we can’t.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    She’d asked herself the same question a million times over the last few days. She still didn’t have a logical answer. Every time she put one and one in her calculator she came up with eighty-four. That seemed the number of people who would be directly affected by an unprofessional attraction to her driver. The indirect number was too scary to even contemplate. “Damned if I know.” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Though you were always a great kisser.”
    He set his beer bottle aside and stood. As he approached her, his blue eyes dark with intent, she tried to pretend she didn’t want him to kiss her again.
    Wrong man. Wrong time. Wrong place.
    Still, her heartbeat tripled. Her mouth went dry. Even clad simply in jeans and a dark-blue polo, he managed to look sensational. His body was strong and lean from years of running and weight training. And though it had been years since she’d seen him without his clothes, her memory was really happy to fill in the details.
    She fought a moan as he lifted his hand to stroke her cheek. His pine and spice-infused scent washed over her just as his body heat warmed her. “I don’t want to let this go,” he said.
    â€œKane, please…”
    He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. “Please what?”
    â€œWe shouldn’t—”
    â€œAh, we’re making progress. Earlier, it was we can’t .”
    She closed her eyes and indulged in a moment of stark hunger she had no business feeling. When had she become so perverse that she wanted the only man she couldn’t have? What was wrong with a steady accountant? A charming stockbroker?
    â€œYou’re so beautiful.” He brushed his lips across her temple. “I haven’t been able to stop staring at you all night.”
    Her pulse jumped. She wasn’t beautiful. But somehow Kane made her believe it. No other man had ever made her melt so completely. By his touch. By the simple sound of his voice.
    Why him? Why did it have to be him?
    She glanced up at the hunger in his eyes. She knew what that look meant, what it could lead to. And it was a chance she simply couldn’t take. One of them had to be strong, and clearly it was going to have to be her.
    She forced herself to step out of his arms, then turned and ran from the room.
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    W EDNESDAY AFTERNOON , wandering through the race shop, Lexie checked the computer printouts from their earlier engine test on the transponder and was pleased with the numbers. This was definitely their number-one engine for the weekend.
    That decision made, she needed to get moving to the airport for the team’s flight to Bristol. She tried to tell herself she was just making sure every detail about the race car was checked, but deep down she knew she was just delaying the inevitable moment when she faced Kane again.
    Early this morning she’d literally woken up in a breath-heaving sweat because of a dream about her driver. Added to that was yesterday’s humiliating memory in Cincinnati when she’d run from Kane like a startled rabbit. Further breakdowns had to be mere moments away.
    And she had a car and a team to get ready for one of the biggest races of the year—Saturday night in Bristol.
    The half-mile track with thirty-six degrees of banking in the turns was the wildest, rowdiest race on the circuit. Tickets were nearly impossible to get for the fans—who numbered more than 160,000. TV commentators