a race.â
Jen had seen that blonde in the skimpy red T-shirt practically rubbing herself against Eli, and he hadnât looked at all unhappy.
Bob glanced toward the enormous window overlooking the crowded stadium. âHow does this fit with you dating Jennifer?â
âIt doesnât,â Jen said urgently.
âPretend-dating,â Eli clarified. âIf I have a companion, the female fans will see me as off-limits.â
That was why heâd asked her on a date? Because he wanted a decoy?
Jen bit her lip. It wasnât as if a girl like her would capture the attention of a guy like him for more than five minutes. But she was suddenly certain they would have been five glorious minutes, and she feltâ¦cheated.
âJen certainly wouldnât distract you from your racing,â Bob agreed, unwittingly insulting. âSheâs a quiet little thing.â
Eli turned that preposterously green gaze on her. âNow that I hadnât noticed.â
She didnât believe heâd noticed anything about her at all. Any other woman to deliver Bobâs message would have been invited to be his date for the race. Jen knew she wasnât anything special, but she deserved better!
âI wouldnât dare come between you and your fans,â she said. âIâd be stomped by stilettos.â
âYou were ready to tackle those lying women on my behalf,â Eli reminded her. âJen, I guarantee youâll have a good time.â
âIâm not here for a good time,â she said primly.
âYou could do with some fun, Jen,â Bob inserted.
It dawned on her that in the past five minutes her boss had stated in several ways that he thought she was dull.
She wasnât dull, she was reliable. Which the last time she looked was a good quality.
âI have plenty of fun planned,â she defended herself. It was true. She would have fun, just as soon as she secured her future, and Granddadâs. Of course, it wouldnât be the kind of fun Eli was offering. High-octane, with an element of danger.
She liked her fun a whole lot safer.
âI donât see the problem,â Eli said. âI need a girlfriend, you need some fun. Why not seize the day?â He winked conspiratorially.
She was ashamed that her stomach fluttered, that her hormones didnât have more self-respect. Sheâd always considered Seize the Day to be a license for irresponsibility, a belief reinforced by every warning her grandparents had drilled into her.
âBob,â Eli said, âthis arrangement wouldnât work if you felt obliged to mention it to Gil.â
âI donât discuss driversâ personal lives with anyone,â Bob assured him.
They were talking as if this crazy scheme was a done deal!
âThis simply isnât possible. I have my grandfather to consider,â Jen reminded her boss.
âWhere does he come into it?â Eli asked.
âI live with himâ¦we have a chicken farm,â she said grudgingly. âGranddad has severe arthritis, and he needs my help in the mornings. I donât start here until eleven.â
âBut I have a breakfast with my fan club at nine,â he said.
Jen arranged her expression into one of mock sympathy. âI guess thatâs the end of that idea.â
Eli laughed, evidently still finding her hilarious. âNo problem. Iâll have Kyle, one of our mechanics, come help your granddad. Heâs not needed at the track until after lunch and he grew up on a farm. Iâm sure he can feed a few chickens.â
âThatâll work,â Bob said. âCarlton, Jenâs grandfather, is a big NASCAR fan. Iâll bet heâd love the chance to talk racing with Kyle.â He steepled his fingers. âJen, Eliâs had a difficult time the past few weeks. Iâd like to help out if we can. I know itâs not in your job description, but Iâd be grateful.â
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