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public relations manager is basically to arrange scheduled events for sponsors, meet and greets with fans, and televised race interviews throughout the weekend. Since Annalise has already made these arrangements, I will only have to go on Sunday to assist Ryan with these events. The main goal, Jerri says, is to make sure Ryan attends every event that he is scheduled for—oh, and make sure he stays in line, which is a job in itself. So, basically, I am a babysitter, well, a glorified babysitter, for Ryan Carter.
Great!
I think I should request an assistant already!
    I have never been to a NASCAR event, so I have no idea of what to expect. I make my travel arrangements for Brooklyn, Michigan, according to Jerri’s instructions. I am a ball of nerves as I make my flight and hotel reservations for Saturday and Sunday. I am trying to be as meticulous as I can because I don’t need to screw this up before I get there.
    I have to cancel Annalise’s arrangements and make new ones for myself. I have never been to Michigan, or anywhere else, for thatmatter, but something tells me I won’t be able to do much sightseeing. I have to be at the track with Ryan early Sunday morning for pre-race activities, then stay through the main event, until the checkered flag falls and Ryan returns to Charlotte. Then, a red-eye flight from Detroit will bring me home late Sunday night. This is all too much information to process without alcohol. I look down at my watch. It’s after five o’clock.
Praise God!
I have got to get out of here!

Chapter 5
    L uckily, today is Margarita Monday! And I am having dinner with Brooke, so hopefully she can help me to hash all this out. I seriously need her advice. I arrive at Rock Bottom Brewery in downtown Charlotte around six o’clock.
    Brooke is perfectly dressed and coiffed even this late in the day. It makes me ill. I am frazzled as usual, no doubt thanks to the insane day that I have had.
    Brooke signals for the waiter to come over as she says to me, “You look like you need a drink!”
    “Thanks!” I snap. “That is a polite way of saying, you look like shit!” The waiter walks up on cue as I say, “I’ll have what she is having, but make mine a double!”
    The waiter retreats, and Brooke eyes me intently. “What the what?”
    “Well…” I say cautiously, “I got a new job today.”
    “Oh?” Brooke looks at me intently, waiting on me to continue.
    I sigh, “You are looking at the new “acting” public relations manager for Ryan Carter.”
    Brooke’s mouth drops wide open, and I raise my eyebrows at her. I have never seen this look of pure shock on her face.
This is one for the record books.
    “Well…actually,” I say straight, “it’s basically a glorified babysitting job with a fancy title.” I continue to bore myself with the details of my new job description. Brooke looks dazed as she continues to stare at me with an openmouthed gape. “Brooke!” I wave my hands at her to break her gaze. “Say something!”
    She guffaws. “I would babysit his fine ass any day, no matter what the title!”
    I groan loudly, “Oh my God! He’s such an ass! Honestly, I don’t know how he walks around carrying that incredibly huge chip on his shoulder, like, ‘Oh! I’m Ryan Carter. Stop the traffic, please!’ What a bastard!” I say in a huff.
    The waiter arrives with my margarita, so I discontinue my conversation momentarily. I take a long, glorious sip. The tequila burns down my throat. Ahh! Just exactly what I needed, and to hell with the two-drink minimum tonight! The waiter retreats again, and Brooke doesn’t miss a beat.
    She eyes me. “Oh, come on! You have to admit that he is sexy as hell!”
    I take a sip from my glass and answer warily, “OK! OK! Yes, he is hot, but his personality is a cat of a different color!”
    Brooke nods her head and quickly says, “That’s just what makes him Ryan Carter.”
    I roll my eyes again. “Oh! And according to the office gossip, he has,