Free High-Speed Hunger by Shady Grace Page B

behind the wheel this weekend.”
    Bobby squared his shoulders and frowned. “That’s bullshit. I’m all you need around here. This new kid’s got nothing on me.”
    “Come on, boy,” Pop interrupted, sensing more trouble. “I got some new equipment for you to check out.” Grabbing Bobby’s elbow, he yanked him in the other direction. The glare Bobby fixed on Ty could’ve lit him on fire.
    Eileen stared after them with a mixture of emotions. Even though she disliked testing out the new guy, the idea of someone else behind the wheel intrigued her. Her father would never allow him to drive if he didn’t sense something great in him.
    Bobby needed to watch his attitude, too. Ty’s sheer size alone, compared to him, would put him in the hospital should they ever fight. Before they rounded the back of the hauling truck, Pop peered over his shoulder and winked.
    “Your boyfriend doesn’t like me.” Ty shoved his hands in the pockets of his coveralls. She couldn’t help raking her gaze over the lower half of his body. When she glanced back up, his knowing expression made her blush.
    “That’s just the way he is.” She forced a smile. “He’s a damn good driver, though.”
    “A smart woman like you shouldn’t be on the arm of a man like him.”
    She snorted, but he didn’t laugh. “He’s not that bad.”
    When she realized he was staring at her lips again, it made her more nervous with each passing breath. “Yeah, well, men like that tend to care about what they want—not what you want, and you’ll never be more than a gorgeous trophy on his arm.”
    Eileen let her jaw drop. He was right. But calling her gorgeous ?
    “And that’s a shame,” Ty added, his voice thick and sensual. “Maybe I’m too old-fashioned, but if you were my girl, you’d never have to wonder what I cherish most. And I’m a damn good driver.”
    How does a woman respond to that? If what Ty said was true, then he was unlike any man she had ever met. He doesn’t even know me . “Uh…okay. Well, then. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Not knowing what else to add to their odd conversation, she nodded, shifting her gaze to the crowd now departing the stands. She needed to focus on something—anything—other than the tall and tempting human dessert standing in front of her.
    “Have a good night, Mr. Ellis.”
    When she smiled at him, he winked. “You, too, girl .”
    She walked away, flustered beyond compare. Against her better judgment, she glanced back.
    Ty stood in the same spot, still watching her.

 
     
     
Chapter Two
     
     
    Late Thursday evening, Ty wandered downstairs from his apartment above the shop to find his favorite CD, and when he heard a familiar tune, he paused in the stairwell. One of the mechanics must be working late, he thought, and entered the shop while humming to the song.
    Several Sprint cars were up on hoists, and others were parked in neat rows along one of the walls. The team had over a dozen cars, each one of them souped-up to the nuts.
    When he realized nobody was in the shop, he headed over to the stereo. Maybe somebody had forgotten to shut the music off when the garage closed.
    Just as he was about to flip open the CD compartment, a movement on the other side of the shop caught his attention. Thinking Mak—the lead mechanic—must be tinkering around out of sight, he wandered over to say hello.
    One of the work trucks had been parked by the far wall, and once he neared the back bumper, he caught a glimpse of red hair through the rear window. Unable to discern who the person could be, he rounded the back of the truck and regretted the decision.
    A woman he sort of recognized was bent over a counter, her skirt pushed up high. Bobby took her from behind. Ty froze to the spot, his eyes wide, unable to tear his gaze away from the two of them. At first, he thought it might be Eileen, but she didn’t have red hair. Though he was glad not to see her in that situation, at the same time he