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his
eyes and taking deep breaths. Caro had enough troubles without
everyone in the place knowing her driver sported a hard-on for her.
Pine cleaner and musty mop odor worked surprisingly well as an
antidote to lust, and after a few minutes, Dell left the closet. He
grabbed the travel folder Caro had given him and returned it to her
office where she was, once again, in her prim Junior. League
outfit, hunched over her desk. Not that she wasn't sexy as hell in
that get-up, but in those coveralls…
    Dell caught a glimpse of them hanging on a
coat rack in the corner and quickly shifted his gaze back to the
woman behind the desk before his mind filled in the details again.
He dropped the folder on her desk. “I confirmed everything.”
    “Thanks, Dell. I appreciate it.”
    “No problem, but is there a reason we don't
have return plane tickets from Phoenix?”
    “Oh!” she said. She pawed through another
stack of papers and came up with another folder. “I forgot to tell
you – we're going straight to Las Vegas from Phoenix. It will give
us a few extra days to test the new car before practice begins for
the race the following week. I've already made arrangements to get
the new car there.”
    “What's to test?” he asked.
    “Everything. There isn't a used part on it –
all brand-spanking new.”
    “I'll look forward to it then.”
    She held out the folder in her hand. “Good.
Then you won't mind confirming the reservations for Las Vegas.”
    Dell laughed as he took the folder. “Damn. I
set myself up for that one, didn't I?”
    “Yep, you did. Now go make phone calls. I
have work to do here.”

 
     
     
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    Caro pretended to work as Dell left her
office, folder in hand. Good lord! Why wouldn't he go away? Dell
Wayne was a distraction she didn't need. It was bad enough he
looked like sin in a fire suit and drove like a demon, but Dell in
tight jeans and a T-shirt was more than any woman should have to
deal with. If there were any doubt whether racecar drivers were
athletes, one look at Dell dressed like that, and the naysayers
would shut up. There wasn't an ounce of fat on the man, and his
body-hugging clothes outlined every hard muscle.
    Ever since the night she went to his home to
offer him the job, inappropriate thoughts about peeling his clothes
off and touching every sculpted muscle she found, ran through her
mind on an endless loop that kept her on edge, and horny. Denial
was pointless. Dell Wayne was too luscious, too damned hot for
words. He made her want and need things she'd been successfully
ignoring for a long time.
    Caro stared blankly at the parts order in
front of her. Focus . She needed to concentrate on her work.
The garage couldn't function without parts and tools, and she was
going to be on the road for at least the next two weeks.
    Two weeks. On the road. With Dell. She gave a
moment's consideration to booking a different hotel from the one
where he would be staying, but this close to race day there
wouldn't be a decent room available within a hundred miles of
Phoenix. She'd simply have to keep her distance. Just because they
would be in the same hotel didn't mean she had to see him any more
than absolutely necessary. Besides, he probably had women in every
city on the circuit, and if he didn't, he wouldn't have any trouble
finding one, or one hundred.
    Moreover, she reminded herself, there were
enough rumors going around about the state of their relationship,
and there was no reason for her to add fuel to them by being seen
with him outside the garage. She smirked as she signed the purchase
order for the parts and moved on to the fuel and tire requisitions.
Did people think she didn't hear the comments they made behind her
back? As soon as she walked into her first owner's meeting, the
rumors began to fly about whom she was sleeping with, and why. The
world of professional stock car racing was the original old boys'
club, and few had any place for a woman among them. Much