The only illumination was from the lot lights, and he couldn’t see her eyes, but he could practically smell the attraction between them. Her body had tensed, and so had his, and he glanced into the backseat, wondering for a split second if it would work for a quick tussle. But when he took Imogen to bed, which he was going to, sooner or later, he didn’t want it to be quick and awkward, with a gearshift up his ass. Awkward was why he had pulled the plug the night before.

“We didn’t because we started thinking too much. Worrying.” He squeezed her knee. “And you’re right. I’m sorry, it was stupid to think that you had somehow planned to target me based on that book. That sounded insulting and I didn’t mean it to. It’s just that I got to thinking that maybe you weren’t really interested in me.”

She could be honest, so could he. Even if admitting his momentary insecurity made his skin crawl and a sweat break out down his back.

“Of course I didn’t target you. Especially considering the way your profile reads.” Imogen flashed him the first smile he’d seen from her all night.

He would have enjoyed it except he got stuck on her words. “My profile? What profile?”

“Didn’t you read Chapter Two? There are profiles of all the single drivers. Yours says you were voted least likely to commit by other drivers’ wives.”

“Excuse me?” Ty was both shocked and offended. “That’s in a book?”

“It is. It also mentioned your astrological sign is Taurus, giving you a propensity for stubbornness.”

Imogen looked amused.

Ty was not.

“What the hell? I can’t believe they’re using that ‘what’s your sign?’ crap to put character flaws on me. In print. God, that just makes me look like an asshole. And I can so commit.” He yanked the keys out of the ignition more aggressively than was necessary. “I was engaged once. I would have married her. She was the one who dumped me.”

Imogen’s grin disappeared. “Oh, I’m sorry. What happened?”

Ty rubbed his chin, instantly sorry he’d brought the subject up. “I was only twenty years old and scraping along doing local races and I was in love with her. She cared about me, I guess, initially, but then she went off to college and reassessed her options. She decided she wanted someone with a little more earning potential. Someone smarter than me.”

“Intelligence isn’t equal to the credentials you can hang on a wall. There are all kinds of intelligence, and clearly she was lacking in some if she missed your good qualities.”

“Like that I’m stubborn?” Ty said stubbornly, not wanting to accept Imogen’s sympathy.

“No, like your honesty, your tenacity, your quick wit. Your loyalty, your focus.”