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span of five minutes to make a girl feel sick to her stomach.
    But the scent of him … oh, Lord . And the warmth of his body against her side. It had made her dizzy and achy in places that she hadn’t even known she had. The way he’d looked at her, all smoldering and suggestive, hadn’t helped her own internal temperature, either.
    Or had that just been the reflection of the sun in his eyes that made his gaze seem so hot?
    It had to have been the latter. Earl had told her often enough that she was too intimidating. It was why he’d needed plenty of time to prepare before he could perform in bed. In that way, at least, she and Earl been well matched, since he had never made her feel anything beyond a few twinges of arousal.
    While this man—Ranger—made her feel liquid with only a look.
    An angry look, no less.
    He had no right to be angry. He had no right to order her around the way he had. She was the one who’d been asked to compromise her principles for his stupid company, whereas he probably had no principles whatsoever. She was the one whose entire life had just been purchased. It wasn’t clear yet exactly how much of Hart Racing he owned, but certainly enough to make him act like he owned her .
    Did he always act like that? Was it just a part of who he was?
    The way he’d ordered her out of the car … his eyes like a predator’s, watching her bend and twist her body through the window … Was he always that domineering? If they’d been alone, would he have ordered her to strip out of her suit and get on her knees—
    “Where’s the pressroom?” Ranger looked over at Grady, who was walking alongside them as they left the stall.
    Blood rushed to Kerri’s cheeks and made her feel light-headed again, but she didn’t falter in her steps. Christ. What was wrong with her? It was bad enough having those kinds of thoughts about a high-handed ass like Ranger Colt, she didn’t need to add falling on her face to her list of humiliations.
    Grady pointed to a low, sleek building across the infield. “There. The media center.”
    Ranger was already moving toward it, but the moment they left the secured area, the shouts began. Reporters swarmed them, cameras flashing from all directions.
    “Miss Hart! Are you going to accept the proposal?”
    “Mr. Hart, rumor has it that Colt International has bought out Hart Racing. Can you confirm?”
    “Hey, that’s him! Ruthless Ranger! Mr. Colt, is it true that you now own Hart Racing?”
    Kerri’s fingers dug even harder into Ranger’s arm. Ruthless Ranger? He was truly an awful enough person to have earned a nickname like that?
    What had Grady done?
    If it hadn’t been for the look on her brother’s face when she’d squared off against Ranger back in the pit, she never would have agreed to this. She would have hauled off and punched the guy in the balls, not the teeth, and then demanded an explanation right then and there. But she had caught a glimpse of Grady’s face out of the corner of her eye, and her stomach had dropped into her shoes. He’d looked like a drowning man. One who wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep struggling to come up for air, but who knew there was a chance that he could be saved—if only someone would throw him a line.
    The reputation of Hart Racing. Those words, delivered fast and low, from the sinful, delicious mouth of the man next to her.
    Ranger had said those words. Grady had begged for a lifeline. She’d thought about how hard her dad had worked to make Hart Racing his legacy.
    And she hadn’t been able to refuse.
    “Mr. Colt, is it true that you plan to shut down Hart Racing?”
    She thought she’d learned to protect herself against those kinds of questions, the ones often delivered in a shouting monotone that was supposed to make them feel less personal. But her defenses were down and the possibility …
    Well, it was entirely too possible.
    She gasped, the shock going deep. Shutting it down? After how hard she’d