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intending.
But Imogen smiled. Oh, duh, of course you re Evan. I can t believe I didn t recognize you right
away as Elec s brother. I m Imogen Wilson, Tamara s colleague at the university. I met you at Elec
and Tamara s wedding.
His face cleared. Oh, sure. Good to see you again. Did you just join this gym, or do we just never
work out at the same time?
I just joined in a vain attempt to improve my overall physical condition. I have zero coordination,
as I just demonstrated for you.
You look in pretty good shape to me. Evan smiled.
Imogen shifted in her gym shoes. She recognized that smile. It was interest.
This was an unexpected turn of events.
And there s something different about you, he added. You got new glasses since the wedding,
didn t you?
She had.
Wow. Falling off the treadmill might have just handed her the perfect opportunity to flirt per the
rules.
Of course, she was supposed to exercise to get in shape, not to fly off the machinery and land at the
feet of a driver. But whatever worked.
I did get new glasses. She smiled back. I can t believe you noticed.
I m very perceptive, he replied, leaning forward slightly. Especially when it comes to beautiful
women.
It was a perfectly nice and flirty thing to say, and Imogen knew she should be excited at the
opportunity being handed to her, but she still found herself glancing over at the doorway to see if Ty
was still there even as she answered Evan. Thanks, she murmured, suddenly disappointed.
Ty was gone.
TY figured he could squeeze in a workout before heading to the office and suffering at the merciless
hands of his assistant, Toni Bodine. Mondays and Tuesdays were his days to play catch-up, and while
he had put in a full day doing appearances and autographing merchandise the day before, Toni wasn t
about to let him slide in late on a Tuesday, and it was already past eight.
He had been walking in the door to the gym when she had called him.
Any chance you re going to grace me with your presence today? was her greeting.
Ty had to admit, he wasn t a business-savvy kind of guy. He liked to drive; he liked to win. Plain
and simple. Toni, who was in her fifties and a formidable force with a spreadsheet, kept him
organized and where he was supposed to be. But he didn t shirk his responsibilities, ever, and Toni
knew that. She just liked to annoy him, and he liked to grumble and grouse. It was the way their
relationship worked.
Maybe if you beg.
No chance of that. But I imagine your sponsor might be less than thrilled if you aren t at Wal-Mart
at five P.M. to sign autographs.
Pacing back and forth in front of the doorway, Ty said, Have I ever missed a single appearance?
Those he actually liked doing. He enjoyed talking to the fans and having his picture taken. It was press
conferences and cocktail parties he couldn t always hang with.
There was that one time at Talladega.
I had the stomach flu! And they had had this argument a hundred times. Toni was never going to
let him live down a virus he d had no control over.
So?
I was a public health risk.
Wimp.
And you re a nag. But a gorgeous one.
She snorted.
Hey, did you order that book on audio that I left on my desk? Toni was just about the only person
who was privy to the fact that Ty was dyslexic, and she frequently ordered books on audio for him,
and helped him sort through all his paperwork.
Yes. Though I m not sure why you want to know how to win yourself the heart of a race car
driver.
Huh? What do you mean? Ty frowned.
It s a dating manual on how to win a race car driver in six easy steps. The end goal is marriage.
Are you freaking kidding me? Ty was shocked. What the hell did that mean? Why would Imogen
have a book like that?
I am not kidding you. Where did you get it from anyway?
From a friend.
A female friend? Was it Nikki? Because that would not surprise me in the least.
No, not Nikki. We re done. It was someone else, a sort of new friend.
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