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again.

    “Becca,” he said, although it felt weird to call her that. “I would love a shot at driving for you, but the fact is, I can’t.”

    “Because of Lindsey?”

    “She’s my first priority.”

    “She wants this for you.”

    “She has no idea what being a professional race car driver entails.”

    “She wants to find out.”

    “It’s a pipe dream.”

    “Maybe,” she said with another tilt of her head, red hair falling in thick waves over her right shoulder. “Maybe not.”

    “If you’re about to offer me a job, save your breath.”

    “Actually,” she said, “I’m not. What I’m about to offer you is seat time at next month’s time trials.”

    He went speechless.

    “They’re in Charlotte and Martinsville, so you’d have to travel a bit. And you’d have to compete with other drivers.” She smiled dryly. Insiders call it The Variety Show, but if you’re any good, you might get a chance at making a team, and not just my team but a Sanders race team, as well.”

    Funny, as he sat there listening to her he could think of a thousand reasons why this was a bad idea—his job back home, Lindsey’s schooling, his age—and yet the main reason he didn’t want to do it had nothing to do with any of that.

    He didn’t want to do it because if he failed, he’d end up looking like a fool in front of Rebecca Newman, and suddenly that just wouldn’t do.

CHAPTER TWO

    HER DAD THOUGHT Rebecca Newman was hot.
    Lindsey watched from the other side of the kitchen’s sliding glass door, staring at her dad in amazement as he said something to Rebecca Newman and then looked away, just like Tim Roseburg looked away from her whenever they made eye contact.

    Brandy, her best friend, said Tim Roseburg had a crush on her.

    Lindsey felt her brows lift so high it tugged at her hairline.

    Ohmygosh, she thought, bouncing up on her toes. If her dad thought Becca was hot, that would be so cool. Maybe he would ask her out. Maybe Becca would fall in love with him. Maybe they’d get married and they’d move to Mooresville and her dad would become a famous race car driver.

    Or maybe not, watching as her dad shook his head, his expression grim.

    It looked like they were arguing. Was he refusing to try out for Becca? She crossed her arms and tapped her foot, thinking, Yup, that’s exactly what he was doing. He’d used the same expression last year when she’d asked him for a cell phone.

    Darn it. Now what?

    She just knew her dad would kick butt at the tryouts. And she knew Becca would really like her dad if given half a chance. Brandy’s mom thought he was a hunk. Frankly, that grossed her out, but she had a feeling Brandy’s mom was right. Women always gawked at her dad. But her dad didn’t look at Brandy’s mom like he was looking at Becca now. Not even close.

    He shook his head again and Lindsey realized she better do something quick. “I’m back,” she called after opening the door so fast, it banged against the dividing pane with a clunk. She winced and pulled the thing closed more slowly. When she turned back, both adults were staring at her.

    Uh-oh.

    “Hey, Dad, did Becca tell you she likes to fish? I couldn’t believe that when I heard it because I didn’t think there was a woman in the world who liked to fish. I know I sure don’t, and so when I heard that I thought you two should go out fishing together.”

    Her dad’s frown turned into a glower.

    “Or not,” she added.

    “Are you ready to go?” he asked.

    “Um, yeah. I suppose. But I thought maybe we could all sit down and have dinner….”

    “I ate on the way here,” he said gruffly.

    “Yeah, but I didn’t, and Becca told me her housekeeper makes these really great burritos—”

    “We’ll get something on the way,” her dad said, standing, but he was so tall, he had to duck until he was away from the shelter of the umbrella.

    “Ms. Newman, it was a pleasure meeting you. I’m just sorry it was under these