In the Groove by Britton Pamela

Author:Britton, Pamela [Britton, Pamela]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Man-Woman Relationships, Contemporary, Sports & Recreation, General, Romance, Automobile Racing Drivers, Fiction, Motor Sports, Contemporary Romance, Love Stories
ISBN: 9780786288038
Publisher: HQN Books
Published: 2006-01-31T16:00:00+00:00

He was almost late for a media appearance, but that was okay. Sarah was with him and so all was right in the world. His secret weapon was back by his side.

“I feel like I’m in the way,” Sarah said after he’d finished doing a radio interview.

“You’re not,” he said, heading back to the hauler, Sarah trailing behind him, Lance stopping occasionally to sign an autograph.

“The crews look like they’ve contracted typhoid,” he heard her say when they started off again.

“There’s a lot at stake,” he confessed, thinking he’d never been this chatty on race day. Usually he did the driver’s meetings, spoke to whatever reporter wanted him (which lately, hadn’t been all that many), then hid out until it was time for driver introductions. But not today. Today he felt the need to show her around,

“There was a man back there with a car on his head. An actual plastic car. I wanted to ask him what would happen if he sat on his hat? Would that qualify as a rear ender?”

Lance smiled, nodding to a man who used to work on his crew but who’d moved to another team, as people in this industry often did. Same bat time, same bat channel, so the saying goes.

“You might be surprised at some of the things fans wear.”

“Or don’t wear,” Sarah said. “I couldn’t believe all the people on top of their RVs in the infield. The last time I saw so many half-naked women was when I was ten.”

He looked down at her questioningly.

“I had a lot of Barbie dolls.”

Amazingly enough, he laughed.

“And what’s with the viewing windows in the garage?” she asked.

They stopped near the back of his hauler, Lance moving close to the double doors so that fans would leave him alone. He’d changed into his firesuit for interviews and so he was easily recognizable to fans. Thus some of the more persistent NASCAR enthusiasts hovered, hoping to catch his eye. And this was nothing. Back when he was in the lead to win the championship, people were four feet thick. How things changed. From superhero to Lex Loser in two seasons flat.

“That’s part of the Fan Zone,” he said. “People really love seeing what goes on in the garage.”

“Someone should put up a sign reminding them that tapping on the glass scares the fish.”

“Yeah. Last year one of the teams taped up a sign that said the number ninety-six team had lug nuts they were giving away. Nobody on the ninety-six could figure out why so many fans were banging on the window.”

It was her turn to smile, the afternoon sunlight turning her hair redder than usual.

Don’t get distracted, Lance. Not now. Not with the race about to start.

“That wasn’t very nice,” she said.

“No, but it was funny as hell.”

“I bet it was.”

Lance glanced at his watch, instantly sobering. All at once her face drained of color, too, her freckles standing out beneath her dusky skin. “It’s time to go, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

He saw her take a deep breath, saw her straighten her shoulders.

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