“No, I’m not.” He didn’t think. Ty zipped his bag and glanced around the room. Nothing important jumped out at him so he grabbed the duffel and headed toward the door. “Listen, I need you to get a copy of Much Ado About Nothing on audio for my laptop. E-mail it to me and I’ll download it at the airport.”

“Yesterday it was a guidebook on how to marry a driver, today it’s Shakespeare. Interesting.”

Ty chose to ignore that since he was in a hurry. “And see if you can get me some kind of study guide or Cliffs Notes to go with it.”

“That might be tricky on audio, Ty.”

He wanted to sigh, but he didn’t. Sometimes it was just damn irritating to not be able to read. “I know, but please try.”

“Okay, I will. So you need this before you board?”

“Yep.”

“I’d better hurry then. Anything else?”

“Yes.” Ty glanced at the clock in his kitchen, winced, and sprinted toward the garage. He shouldn’t have lingered over breakfast with Imogen. “I need to cancel everything on the schedule for Monday and Tuesday.”

“What?” Toni shrieked at him.

“You heard me. And book me a campsite at Lake Norman for Monday night.”

“I can’t do that. You can’t just cancel everything.”

“Is there anything vital? Any sponsor events? Charity appearances?”

There was a big long pause, then Toni admitted, “No.”

“Then a man is entitled to take twenty-four hours off once in a great while. I usually work seven days a week during the season. I can miss one lousy Monday.”

Toni sighed as Ty hopped into his car, tossing his duffel bag on the passenger seat. “Fine. What kind of campsite? Are you taking your coach?”

Imogen would probably love the idea of spending the night in the tricked-out motor coach that he lived in every weekend at the various tracks he raced, since given the amount of time he spent on the road, his coach was almost as comfortable as his house. But that wasn’t what he had in mind for Imogen—he wanted a simple, stripped-down experience with her. “No, tent camping.”

“You haven’t done that in a while. Are you going alone?”

“No. And get a site as remote as possible.” He didn’t want to share Imogen’s company with a crowd of neighbors.

“Do you think that’s a good idea with Nikki? She’s not really the outdoorsy type from what I can tell.”

Peeling out of his driveway, he told her, “I told you Nikki and I broke up. I’m taking someone else camping.”

“Wow, that’s a two-day turnaround from one girlfriend to the next. Impressive.”