[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]Ty pulled into a parking lot going way too fast, and the force bounced Imogen around on her seat.
She grabbed the door handle for leverage when he hit the brakes hard so he could swipe a security
card in the gate kiosk.
You sure? he asked, his voice sounding casual. Maybe it s Evan Monroe. He s a good-looking
guy.
Uh-oh. Warning bells went off in Imogen s head. She was observant enough and well versed
enough in human nature to know the edge of jealous anger when she heard it. Ty must have seen her at
the gym talking to Evan. And considering she had actually given Evan Monroe her phone number, for
future research only, of course, she could feel the stain of a guilty blush covering her checks.
Screw the consequences, she was incapable of sustaining a lie of that magnitude. She just couldn t
pretend that she was genuinely interested in Evan, nor did she want Ty to think that she was, therefore,
off-limits to him. It was ludicrous, but she did not want to close any doors regarding Ty. Especially
the bedroom door.
I have the book for research. I m working on my thesis.
That seemed to take him aback. Come again?
I am trying to determine if dating rules specific to stock car racing result in a higher percentage of
successful relationships or if there is no correlation between following a set of rules and marriage.
Oh. Ty pulled into a parking spot and shifted gears hard. So wait a minute. Let me see if I have
this right. You re trying to see if dating rules work? How are you going to do that?
Imogen hedged. I have a few test subjects. If a reluctant Suzanne and a wild card like Nikki could
be considered test subjects. And I intend to interview married couples to see how they met and
started dating. She tacked that on to throw him off her first statement, but he just frowned.
Are you using these stupid rules on me?
Somehow she had never actually expected him to reach that conclusion since it had never been her
intent to use the rules on him. The opposite, in fact. But she could admit it was a logical conclusion
for him to reach, even if it absolutely, thoroughly, one hundred percent mortified her. Actually, though,
when she thought about it, it wasn t logical at all.
No, of course not! Imogen pushed her glasses up on her nose. When have I ever hit on you or
thrust myself into your path? If you recall, we met up by accident on the porch last night. I could not
have predicted you would step outside at the very moment I was rolling my windows up. Nor could I
have predicted that Nikki would be in the arms of another man, thus effectively ending your
relationship with her. Her cheeks grew hotter at the thought that he would actually think she was
systematically pursuing him based on a book. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck. It made her feel pathetic and more
than a bit ridiculous.
She continued before he could respond. And just for your information, the book says that a woman
should not have sex with the driver she is interested in until they have been dating for quite some time
and a level of commitment and intimacy is clearly established. So obviously I wasn t following these
rules because I was more than ready to have sex with you last night and we barely know each other.
So there.
At the end of Imogen s speech, Ty just stared at her for a second while his brain processed exactly
what she had just said. Then he broke into a huge grin, thoroughly amused by her yet again. He
absolutely loved that Imogen played no games. She told him exactly what she thought and felt.
Well, that s a good point you make, he said, his car in park and idling. Sliding his hand down the
leg of her jeans, he rested it on her kneecap. You were more than willing to have sex with me. And I
was more than willing to have sex with you.
So why didn t we? she asked, licking her bottom lip in an unconscious gesture that made Ty shift
on his seat.
The only illumination was from the lot lights, and he couldn t see her eyes, but he could practically
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