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glanced at Jason and Amy again, watching as the two of them teased each other. They were bantering about who’d been the better—and worse—driver during their vacation so far. Somehow they seemed absolutely enthralled by one another while doing it.
    All at once, a powerful wave of loneliness hit Damon. In that moment, he wanted what Jason had. He wanted a woman who loved him. He wanted a woman who would be there for him—even if he didn’t have the best racetrack time, the biggest house, and the fastest growing company in California. He wanted a woman he could love back—a woman he could partner with and confide in.
    Into the brooding silence that followed that unwelcome revelation, Giada leaned nearer. “I like it fast and slow,” she confessed. Her breath tickled his ear. “With me, you can have it all—sexy and romantic. You don’t have to choose either one.”
    Her words—and her deliberately provocative, Italian-accented tone—conjured up a whole series of illicit images ... images that had the expected effect on him. Damon tried to resist. Giada’s gaze wandered to his lap, then lingered.
    She licked her lips, and Damon gave in. What the hell was going on with him, anyway? Giada was propositioning him, and he was deliberating whether to say yes? When a woman like Giada came knocking, no man turned her down. Not even Damon Torrance.
    He had to be crazy. Maybe he’d had too much delicious Bandini espresso. Maybe he hadn’t had enough. Either way ...
    “Hey, you lovebirds! Break it up.” Another of Giada’s guests on the Fiorano Circuit, So Cal media mogul Wes Brinkman, strolled up with a bottle of Cuvée Femme in one arm and a particularly luscious lady racing fan in the other. In a clear signal to party, Wes raised the champagne. “I hear we’ve got a new business partnership to celebrate. To Bandini! And to Torrance Chocolates!” Wes winked. “Long may they prosper.”
    Damon didn’t know Wes very well; they’d just met today. But since Damon recognized a kindred spirit when he saw one—and so did Wes—they’d hit it off immediately. They both liked fast vintage cars, good times, and playing to win. They both appreciated the complexities of women, the mysteries inherent in their smiles, and all the diverse pleasures they offered.
    Even before today, though, Damon had heard of B-Man Media, Wes’s much-buzzed-about mass media company. Everyone had. Wes was a few years further along in his career than Damon was. Wes was older and probably wiser. He’d had an undeniable head start in his career by inheriting a family fortune first.
    But Wes’s very presence there at the Fiorano Circuit—with a woman on his arm and a bottle in his hand and a twinkle in his eyes—assured Damon that it was possible to succeed at work and have fun while doing it. If he’d been looking for a role model to reassure him that the path he was on was the right one—that work and play could coexist—Wes would have fit the bill nicely.
    And if Wes seemed vaguely rough around the edges sometimes ... well, the pursuit of pleasure took its toll eventually. Everyone knew that. Besides, Wes was headed toward forty. Nobody stayed invulnerable to excess forever. But living like Keith Richards was better than living like Ward Cleaver, wasn’t it?
    You only get one shot at living, Damon reminded himself. That meant you’d better make it good while you had the chance.
    Pulling himself back to the conversation, Damon eyed Giada. “We have a deal?”
    “Of course!” With a gentle tug, she urged him out of the Ferrari. “Your initial pitch was very impressive. It was evident you knew what you were talking about when it came to e-tailing, customer engagement, merchandizing, emotional branding, top-of-mind awareness, menu engineering ... all those little details we corporate types love so much.” Casually, she ticked off those elements of their previous discussions. “I knew I’d say yes, Damon. I could have told you that