Damn. It was the marriage manual. Imogen winced and fought the urge to rip it out of his hands, which would probably only result in calling attention to it. He did glance at the cover, but he didn’t say anything, so she didn’t think he had bothered to read it, given the angle he was at. He just stuffed it in the general direction of the bag and continued to crawl across the gearshift into the driver’s seat, his tight butt in her face. Unable to resist, she tentatively touched him, sliding her hands over the worn denim.

“Hey, now,” he said, his voice rough. “Save that for when I can do something about it.”

“What are you doing anyway?” she asked. “This is my car.”

“But I know where we’re going.” Ty settled upright into the seat and turned her wipers back on. He shot her a grin. “Besides, I like to drive.”

She had no doubt of that.

Imogen swallowed hard and wondered what exactly she had gotten herself into.

CHAPTER FOUR

SO much for swearing off casual sex.

Ty had meant to stick to that conviction.

It wasn’t his fault that Imogen had tested his resolve a mere five minutes after he had made his decision.

She was definitely worth breaking the vow for, and somehow he just couldn’t think of her in the same category as Nikki or any woman he had randomly hooked up with in the past. Imogen was more than that.

It wasn’t just her physical appearance he was attracted to; it was her personality, her intelligence.

The way her mind worked fascinated him, and he liked her openness, her innate honesty. Whatever was going on in her head came out of her mouth, and that was a damn refreshing change. She was a logical little thing and didn’t seem prone to emotional outbursts. When was the last time he had dated a woman like that?

Never.

Ty looked behind him, put Imogen’s car in reverse, and shot out of the driveway way faster than he needed to, causing her tires to screech.

“Ack!” she said, grabbing on to the dashboard with one hand and reaching for her seat belt with the other. “Was that really necessary?”

“No. But I like speed as much as I like to drive.”

“Save it for the track, Mr. Checkered Flag. My car will self-destruct if you push it too hard.”

Ty grinned over at her. “Did you really just call me Mr. Checkered Flag?”

“Yes,” she said grudgingly. “I couldn’t think of anything better. But I’m serious. This car can’t go over sixty-five or it will start to rattle and vibrate. It’s old and cranky and seems to have some digestive issues.”

“I bet I could coax it to some speed, Miss Victory Lap.”

The ridiculous name he called her in return made her laugh, but she shook her head. “Don’t try it.”

“Watch me. We’ll skip the highway and take the back roads to my place.”