“So you thought you’d pick a fight.”
She swallowed, struggling between peace and honesty. Honesty won, of course. “I don’t like watching you struggle.” She pinned him with a glare. “Or lose.”
“You think I do?”
“I think you’re willing to accept less than you should.”
“You’re wrong.” He paused, his gaze sliding down her body almost like a caress and leaving a trail of heat in its wake. “I want it all.”
He jerked her against him before she’d had time to even blink. She’d clearly underestimated those lightning-quick reflexes of his. In the next instant he’d cupped her jaw, and his mouth had captured hers. Frustration and anger poured from him in waves, and he channeled that emotion into his kiss. She tried to fight against the warmth that spread through her veins, against the desire overloading her body, against the emotion he always managed to pull from her heart.
She failed thoroughly. She melted in his arms.
For a few stolen moments she dreamed that things could be exactly the way they were years ago and that things could be different, that the future would be an unrealistic combination of the two. She breathed in his familiar scent of sandalwood and pine. She laid her hand over his heart and felt the intoxicating rush of his pulse.
“Well, Kane,” said a familiar voice, “you didn’t win the trophy, but it looks like you got first prize, anyway.”
CHAPTER TWO
KANE JUMPED AWAY from Lexie, his gaze jerking to James, who gestured with his beer bottle. “Is there something you two want to tell me?”
Kane exchanged a guilty, panicked glance with Lexie. “No,” they said together.
“No way,” Kane added.
Lexie practically ran to the door. “I, uh, I’ve got to get…something.”
James watched her scramble down the stairs, then he turned back to Kane. “Well, that was—” he grinned “—unexpected.”
Kane sank back into his seat. He grabbed his beer bottle and rolled the cold glass against his forehead. “Don’t start.”
James dropped into the seat next to him. “Me start? I didn’t even hear the call to fire the engine. You guys were halfway around the track before—”
“I’ve lost it.”
“I wouldn’t say that. Sure, she’s too brainy for her own good. And she can be bossy as hell, but underneath that uniform and ball cap, she’s a total babe.”
Kane stared at his best friend, the guy he’d built his first car with, the guy who’d caught most of the lousy passes he’d managed to throw on the football field, the guy he’d cheered for at Florida Gator games for nearly three years before his career-ending knee injury, the guy who’d turned down dozens of job offers to manage Kane’s life in racing.
And decided he didn’t like him very much.
“Babe, huh? That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about. Have you had a thing for her all this time? You think you can have her for your—”
“Girlfriend? Hey, bud, that was years ago. How hard did you hit your head, anyway?”
He hadn’t. But he really wanted to now.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I bet you don’t.” Sipping his beer, James was silent a moment, then added, “But you’d better get your thoughts together. Harry was nearly on my heels as I came this way.”
Lexie’s father. His crew chief. The boss. What was he going to say? Do? How would he—
He was saying and doing nothing. In fact, the longer she was gone, he couldn’t remember why he’d felt so panicked. He’d kissed her. Big deal. He’d certainly done that before.
And more.
With a wave of his somewhat shaky hand, he dismissed the past. Like a dieter who’d tasted his first slice of chocolate cake in months, he’d just gorged, there, for a moment or two. He hadn’t hit his head, but the wreck had clearly rattled him. He’d been so confident, so upbeat during the race. It was natural to dive after such a disappointing finish. And grabbing Lexie like that had just been an impulse to find something safe and familiar.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he decided his anger management therapist would be proud of his ability to examine his actions. And even without her infamous engineering genius and computer calculations on car balance and performance, Lexie would agree with his diagnosis.
He didn’t really want his car chief. He just wanted…well, he wanted to win. And Bristol was as good a place as any. He’d learned to bury his emotions there, to stay patient and out of trouble. With three NASCAR Busch Series wins and a NASCAR NEXTEL Cup win last year, it was one of his best tracks.
He would once again bottle the feelings Lexie had forced out of him. He’d encourage the guys at the shop and get under the hood himself if anybody was stuck. He’d hit the gym hard and catch up on fan club autographs.
He would do all that—after his two-day trip to Cincinnati, where he’d committed to signing autographs for a model-car collector’s club, a sponsor party and fan question-and-answer session. Suddenly the week didn’t seem so bright. It seemed full and long. Crowded with people he didn’t know. Whose respect he didn’t see how he’d earned.
You should feel privileged, son. Do you know how many guys would trade places with you in a second?
Hundreds. Maybe thousands.
But the pressure of that idea only made him feel worse. He’d never measure up.
Voices at the door yanked him from his self-pity. A group of crew members moved toward him. All of them had genuine smiles on their faces as they passed.
“Bad break, Kane.”
“Another inch or two and who knows?”
“You wanna get that rookie later?”
“We’re behind ya, man.”
The responsibilities he had weighing on him weren’t any more complex than the ones of his team. The hours they put in and the time away from their families were sacrifices they’d made to build this team. Sacrifices to him. They wanted to get behind a winner, to work for a champion. They were tenacious and loyal, but he also knew if he didn’t rise to the top, another guy would come along and lure them away with the promise of working on a better team.
“Tough wreck, Kane,” Harry said, laying his hand on his shoulder. “You all right?”
Kane looked up and managed a smile. Harry always found the right tone, the right thing to say. How many times had he longed for his own father’s unending support? “I’m fine, boss. We’ll get ’em next week.”
Looking as if he wanted to say more, shadows filled Harry’s eyes, then they were gone and he smiled. “Sure we will.”
THE NEXT NIGHT Kane walked onto a high school auditorium stage in Cincinnati as he prepared to answer on-air questions for a local radio station, as well as a select live audience of stock car collectors. The applause made him feel vaguely uncomfortable, but he waved at the gathered crowd and hoped he’d meet their expectations.
“So, Kane, how do you like Cincinnati?” the DJ, Brian, asked.
From long experience, Kane answered the question, along with ones about racing and his past with ease. Even when the inevitable came, he didn’t flinch from the truth—or at least the portion he felt comfortable expressing.
“Come on now, you’re telling me your dad didn’t want another Heisman trophy in the house?”
“He did, I guess. But when you’re a junior in high school, and you’re five-eight, one-forty and slow, there aren’t a lot of colleges scrambling for you to lead them to victory.”
The crowd laughed as they always did, and he focused on the freedom that had come after that momentous revelation in his life and not what had gone before.
“You traded the Heisman for the NASCAR NEXTEL Cup Championship?”
“Let’s hope so.”
“And I understand you stole another football great for your team. All-American receiver James Peterson of Florida is your manager.”
He looked to the wings of the stage, where Lexie, James and Pete, his front-tire changer and a graduate of the high school where they’d all gathered, stood in silent support. “That’s true.”
“You also have a female car chief.”
Kane’s heart gave one hard thump in response. “I do.”
Wolf whistles followed, which he could hardly argue against.
“A Duke engineering graduate,” Brian added.
“Certainly smarter than me.”
He didn’t dare look at Lexie, who was no doubt flushing and rolling her eyes, wondering when they could get this whole business over with and talk strategy for Bristol. He hadn’t seen her at all before the moment she’d stepped on the plane for this trip. And Pete had sat between them on the way to the auditorium.
The separation was for the best. They needed to get back on their professional track and not let a personal…relapse interfere with this week’s race.
“Don’t forget Pete,” someone in the audience shouted out.
Brian chuckled. “I don’t see how we could. In fact, why don’t we bring out James, Lexie and Pete? I’m sure our audience has questions for them, too.”
The crowd roared at this, and his friends walked out on stage, with James practically dragging Lexie in his wake. Her hair was down for once, brushing her shoulders and framing her face with soft-looking brown waves.