Carolina Hawkins lifelong dream of running her own racing team is running on fumes. Her only hope is her childhood friend - the driver they now call Madman. Now that she's got him, she's got to find the man inside who was once heralded as the future of NASCAR before he drives her dream, and her heart, into the wall.
Dell Wayne gave up caring on the day his daddy died at Darlington, but there's something about this grown up version of his childhood friend, Carolina Hawkins that has him wishing he could be the driver and the man she needs. The race is on, and winning her heart will be the sweetest victory of all.
He opened another bottle and downed half in one long pull. The cold liquid did nothing to ease the ache in his groin or erase the image of Caro Hawkins' shapely ass from his memory. The skinny tomboy wasn't skinny anymore. She'd developed more curves than the track at Sonoma, and those legs… what he wouldn't give to see the full straightaway of those. Preferably wrapped around his hips, or spread on his bed. Then there was the thing she did with her hair. Some sort of tight coil intended to ward off the entire male population, but having the opposite effect. On Caro, it looked utterly feminine and screamed a challenge no human with a y chromosome could ignore. He had a sneaking suspicion if you got the hair to unwind, the prim little skirt she was wearing, and the silk blouse would disappear faster than a pit stop.
But he wasn't going to be the one to make it happen. For some reason he couldn't fathom, he agreed to drive for her. She was the boss, and Dell had never screwed an employer, and he sure as hell wasn't going to start now. No matter what.