Day 31
- Power pulsed beneath Tracey Bradshaw’s legs, humming through every inch of her body like a well-loved song.
- Someone threw something over the protective fence. A red water balloon? Water on the track at her speed was deadly.
Day 30
- The car slid and control slipped away. There was nothing she could do but ride it out and try to manage the crash.
- Something slammed into her head, nearly ripping it off her shoulders. And still the car kept turning, the noise deafening.
Day 29
- She hadn’t planned to die this way. Not in the crumpled remains of her race car.
- She chalked him up to the stupidity of her youth.
Day 28
- “Joe!” She shook him. “Uncle Joe!” She couldn’t find a pulse. Oh God, she had to do something. “CPR,” she ordered.
- She’d been a fool to take Joe for granted. She never felt more alone, more desolate…not even when Eddie had walked out on her.
Day 27
- Oh God. This had to be the new guy. Correction. New chief engineer.
- His dark gray eyes appeared to have the knowledge of the world in their depths, and that square jaw was straight out of GQ.
Day 26
- We’re going to have to do this without Joe,” she whispered to her car, taking comfort in that old habit.“You’ve got me.”
- She should have known he was there. The guy sent out waves of energy just standing still.
Day 25
- She was stuck with him for the next two weeks. Lord, have mercy.
- “May I have a word with you. Alone.” She stalked back toward the garage and didn’t leave Mac much choice other than to follow.
Day 24
- “It is what it is. The tornado that is Trace. She hasn’t been the same since the accident.”
- Back and forth, she paced. The Energizer Bunny had nothing on this woman. Did she ever stop?
Day 23
- Detective Hahn looked at Ed and Mac before he focused on her. “I think someone wants you dead.”
- Her room was trashed. Completely and totally demolished.
Day 22
- For a minute neither one of them moved. For sixty long seconds, everything stopped.
- She had a power, a magnetism to her personality. Maybe it was the intense blue of her eyes that reached out and captured him?
Day 21
- He struggled against the urge to wrap her in his arms and tell her everything would be all right.
- Against every grain of better judgment he had, Mac drew her in. The smell of lavender washed over him.
Day 20
- . The uncertainty in her eyes kicked him right in the gut.
- Her eyes fluttered closed and any sanity that might have remained in his head disappeared the second his lips brushed against hers.
Day 19
- Comparing Mac to Eddie was like comparing a vintage bottle of scotch to flat soda.
- “You’ve got no business racing cars. You’d make more money sucking dick than driving for a living.”
Day 18
- She actually landed a solid right hook to the guy’s face before he made contact and they both went flying backward.
- Tracey groaned. “Aw, Matthew, not one of those. Give me a break. Not this week, okay. I don’t want to meet ‘my twin.’”
Day 17
- Funny, Mac remembered her. The dark-haired, blue-eyed tomboy. She was all woman now…except for that addictive bubble-gum breath.
- A race-car driver who couldn’t drive. Irony at its best.
Day 16
- Put her in Tracey’s unruly ponytail and trademark khaki pants and it’d be nearly impossible to tell them apart.
- What if she really had a sister?
Day 15
- For a quick second she imagined Mac’s hands traveling the same path. Caressing her body, gliding over her skin.
- She really, truly hated surprises.
Day 14
- “Hi,” he said. The low cadence of his voice sent a sweet chill down her back.
- “Don’t tell me you don’t feel something.” His fingers grazed her bare back. Goose bumps blossomed under his touch.
Day 13
- Underwear hadn’t been an option tonight. The dress hadn’t allowed it.
- Her blue eyes glittered in challenge. “What’s the matter, Mac? All choked up?” Her lips curved in a provocative smile.
Day 12
- Sitting up, Mac stared at her. A combination of old and young, tough and soft.
- Maybe he wouldn’t completely hate her for pretending to be something she wasn’t.
Day 11
- “Is your seat belt buckled?” The question made her stomach roll. “Yes. Oh, shit, what?”“The brakes are out.
- “No joke, Tracey.” Mac glanced at her, all business. “We hit the water and swim out the windows.
Day 10
- “Promise me something,” he said. Promises were also for deathbeds. He thought they were going to die too.
- Impact sent Tracey forward into the airbag and smashed what remained of the windshield. Glass showered her.
Day 9
- Tracey couldn’t hold her breath any longer. She’d reached the end of the line, her lungs on fire. She was as good as dead.
- “Breathe, Tracey, breathe,” he chanted as he pumped her chest. “C’mon, Tracey, breathe.”
Day 8
- He started for her bedroom then reconsidered before depositing her in his bed and covering her with blankets.
- She took a deep breath and forced it out. “I have a scar.”
Day 7
- Tracey couldn’t bring herself to say anything. What would she say? Thank you? I’m sorry? Please, sir, may I have another?
- A tidal wave of anger, loneliness and despair crashed into her broadside and took her out.
Day 6
- Mac continued to hold her. Continued to whisper mumbled words of comfort in her ear, in her hair.
- She turned on all the lights and began unbuttoning her hip-hugger cargo pants. The brightly lit room wouldn’t camouflage any scars.
Day 5
- Tracey’s olive skin paled a few shades. A combination of worry, disbelief and fear replaced the hard look in her eyes.
- The double chirp echoed eerily in the garage as the alarm shut off and the doors unlocked. Nothing blew up.
Day 4
- “Please, Trace, please pull out of the race before it’s too late. Before this guy really does something permanent.”
- Lips met. Tongues tangled. At that moment, there was nothing Tracey wanted more. Not a car, not a race win. Only Mac
Day 3
- His smile was the last thing she saw before darkness closed in on her.
- “There’s a bomb in your car, Tracey.”
Day 2
- “If you win the race, he’ll kill me.”
- He’d been running for the past decade. He was done running.Now he knew what he wanted and he might have lost it.
Day 1
- Tracey crouched next to him, her hands on her burning throat. Her heart nearly burst with emotion. “You’re my hero.”
- “Stop the presses. This is groundbreaking. We’re doing it again.”“Doing what?” The genuine question in her eyes made him chuckle
- She rubbed her thigh over his groin and his body quickly reacted to the stimulation.
- Using her lips, tongue and hands, she showed him exactly how much she’d learned in their short time together
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