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take long.”
    She watched his beautiful behind until he disappeared through a heavy door at the end, then finished her wine in a single gulp.
    What the hell had just happened?
     
    Cole closed the door to the garage behind him and took a deep breath. What had he been doing back there? After Natalie, he’d put that world behind him and resolved to stay away from women like that, but here he was hitting on the first city slicker to drive into town.
    Sharp beeps sounded from outside as Mike backed the tow truck into the drive. Cole hit a switch on the wall and the garage’s door started to rise, bringing the Porsche into view. Why had he agreed to help again? Austin would have understood if Cole had said he was too busy. The racing season was starting in a couple of weeks and he had better things to do than fix a damned sports car.
    Then he had to offer his own lift. Like she wasn’t dangerous enough to his sanity in public.
    Mike lowered the Porsche to the ground and ran around to unhook it from the truck’s cable. Cole could have offered to help but the other man seemed to have it under control. Besides, this was probably the closest Mike had ever been to a Porsche—why spoil the man’s fun?
    Mike drove the car over the waiting lift, got out and handed Cole the keys. “Nice car, eh? Never thought I’d like one of these foreign jobs, but I got to admit it feels pretty good.” He gestured at the racecars that filled two of the other bays. “Not as nice as those, of course, but not too bad.”
    “No, not too bad.”
    Cole bit back a smile and popped the trunk, which was in the front on a Porsche. He pulled out the pair of matching travel bags sitting there. After closing the trunk, he set the bags under a table and nodded to Mike, who flipped a switch on the wall behind him. The Porsche rose into the air.
    Mike stepped away from the moving car and looked around the shop. “Man, you must be busy. Sure was nice of you to bring her car out here.” He looked back at the Porsche. “I hope she appreciates it.”
    Cole snorted softly. She appreciated it all right. Cole hadn’t missed the way Sarah’s face had lit up when she saw his house. He shook his head. It always came down to money with women like that. Well, he’d learned his lesson—the next woman he got involved with was going to accept all parts of him, racing, Rapture and all.
    “That one’s a looker, eh?” Mike asked and for a moment Cole wasn’t sure if he meant the car or its driver. But the next sentence cleared up his confusion. “Reminds me of that babe you brought around a while back. What was her name?”
    “Natalie,” he said between clenched teeth, then forced himself to relax. It wasn’t Mike’s fault he had a weakness for stuck-up city girls.
    “She was hot but not too friendly. Didn’t like racing neither,” he added and looked up at the Porsche. Clearly, anyone who didn’t like racing was not worth discussing in Mike’s book.
    Cole tried to imagine Sarah at a racetrack, surrounded by beer-swigging rednecks and big-haired biker chicks. He snorted. Yeah, right. Natalie had loved the money racing brought in, but looked down her nose at racing fans and even the drivers themselves. So what if most of them had never gone to college? Not everyone needed a piece of paper to prove they were good at something.
    His sister didn’t. She’d worked damned hard to compete in a man’s sport, but had Natalie appreciated that? His almost-fiancée had claimed to be a feminist, but her values had only extended to women in office buildings and courtrooms, not those “playing with grease monkeys and toy cars”. He’d never forget the look on Carrie’s face when Natalie said that. He shook his head. How could he have been so blind, letting his dick guide him instead of his head?
    He wouldn’t make that mistake again.
     
     
    A few hours ago Sarah had been zipping along in her Porsche on her way to The Spa at Westwood for a little