High Speed Hunger by BL Bonita Page A

more years to her life than she wanted to think about. His drinking had progressed, since becoming a widower five years ago. She'd spent so many all-nighters taking care of him, driving him to and from the hospital, she couldn't remember the last time she had a full night's sleep.
    Pop pushed back, holding her at arm's length. His wise, blue eyes crinkled at the corners from too many years of squinting. He stared at her, looking deep in thought.
    "You need a vacation, baby girl."
    Pop never once talked about anybody taking time off. "Why?"
    "Because you look tired. You work too hard, and you need to pamper yourself for a change."
    She cupped his face, forcing him to really look at her. "When I need time off, I'll tell you. Okay?"
    Pop nodded, though he still looked concerned. "You're just as stubborn as your mother ever was." He pulled her hands from his face and urged her toward the chairs.
    "On another note, Ty came to me the other day asking for a shot at driving. What do you think?"
    They headed down the steps from their lookout over the field. She didn't know what to think about Ty driving. Usually a member of the team had to work with the crew for six months before driving a car. But when they rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs, coming face-to-face with the man in question, her mind went blank.
    Eileen stared up at Ty, lost in the heat of his dark gaze. He stood well over a foot taller than her; she felt like a sprite next to him. A sprite he seemed to enjoy devouring with his stare. Pop patted her hand, snapping her back to reality. "I've already made arrangements for him to drive this weekend on a test, and you're gonna watch him."
    "What?" She whirled on her father, her eyes wide, heart beating in her throat.
    "Me? Why?"
    Pop released her arm and chuckled. "Because, one of these days, this team'll be yours. You know a good driver when you see one. Be a good girl and do as you're told."
    She wanted to argue, but the amused-looking, dark Adonis standing there, rendered her speechless. Nobody ever made her feel that way; her pride bristled.
    Tyrone shook Pop's hand, his smile big and bright. "Hey, boss."
    Eileen closed her eyes tightly, willing herself not to melt. That damned Jamaican accent made her body react as if charged with an electrical current. When she opened her eyes and looked up at him, he was staring right at her. Again.
    Those full, enticing lips should be illegal.
    Eileen lifted her chin and crossed her arms over her chest. She needed to keep her guard up with a man like him. She could envision herself saying yes to anything he asked simply to hear the melodic tone of his voice. "Think you're ready to prove yourself?"
    "You bet, girl." Mouth tipped up at one corner, Ty gazed over her with a boldness that stirred a fire below.
    A flutter of desire curled in her belly from the way he'd addressed her, but she stood her ground. "It's Eileen, not 'girl'."
    The man had a way about him that annoyed her but made her weak in the knees at the same time. She sensed something special about him as well. No other man had ever made her feel all tingly in so few words.
    "There you are! I thought you'd be in the stands cheering me on, LeeLee."
    Bobby's loud voice boomed over the crowd.
    Needing a distraction, she practically threw herself at Bobby, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I was, honey." Laughter burst from her lips when she looked up at him. His curly red hair was flat on top with the sides clinging to his face. He looked like a rumpled cartoon character. "Looks like the helmet got the best of you."
    Bobby threw an arm over her shoulders and scowled at Tyrone. "What do you want with my woman?"
    Ty laughed, clearly not at all fazed by Bobby's outright disdain for him, but he didn’t even look at Bobby. His gaze was still locked on Eileen.
    "We're talking business," she said. "We're gonna test him behind the wheel this weekend."
    Bobby glared at Ty and straightened. "I had to wait six months to