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He released her hand a moment later A fewhis apartainst the st
eering wheel before glaring at the press of reporters crowding the entrance to the private parking garage By the stir in the horde, it was clear they had been tipped off about which vehicle to look for, and they were all crowding around the sedan
With a curse, he backed down the street, paying little attention to the reporters trying to block the as he forced thein reverse and turning a sharp corner The ain, but the rush of adrenaline tamped down the pain, at least for the moment
Once they were back on the city streets, she watched hih, she asked, “Nohat?”
“Plan C”
“U for more details that didn’t come “What is Plan C?” Her stoestion that they stay with his father She hoped that wouldn’t include Brenda’s irritating presence
Instead, he co to Catalunya”
Her mouth dropped open “As in Barcelona?”
He nodded “The Spanish Grand Prix You ht?”
“Months ago,” she said with a wave of her hand “Before your accident You aren’t cleared to race again yet You aren’t planning to race, are you?” Why did that send a surge of panic through her? It hat he did and had done successfully for the past seven years without any injuries—until his prototype crashed
“Not this tih I hope to be up for the Monaco Grand Prix I’ to retire from the circuit as a driver after this season, and I want to transition to construction”
Relief swept through her, though it shouldn’t matter to her either way “That sounds…safer” Except when he tested his vehicles “Still, there’s no reason for o with you to Barcelona, Connor I can hole up in a hotel”
“Not for forty-eight hours, you can’t Knowing your penchant for planning, I no doubt have a ridiculously large suite awaiting me, so there will be plenty of room for you to have your own space The jet’s always on standby, so we can be in the air in less than two hours There’s a bedrooht You can’t visit Kevin for teeks, and I’n work as an excuse What other reasons do you have?”
“Just planning a wedding I’m supposed to skip out on at the last moment,” she said overly sweetly “Put like that, Barcelona sounds like a joy” Her face fell “Oh, but I don’t have my passport It’s back at the apartment”
He s fiancée I have it all under control”
She snorted “I’es all the details of your life, Mr Blackwell, so pardon my skepticism”
He just laughed, looking arrogantly confident that he could arrange the world to suit his needs She had to reluctantly concede he was right to be arrogant when they were on his private plane ninetyfor a final takeoff Her passport was in her purse, and a suitcase of her clothes was also stowed in the plane’s bedroom She didn’t knoho he’d sent to accomplish the task, but he had made it happen She wasn’t certain if she should be annoyed, impressed, or perhaps fearful for her job—which she already kneould be ending as soon as she jilted him at the altar, so that wasn’t really a concern
In lieu of any response, she chose to hide out in the plane’s bedrooht She was probablyon this trip, but as she lay down and drifted into a deep sleep, she realized she was looking forward to it all the same Not because of her boss, of course It had absolutely nothing to do with Connor
If only she could make herself believe that completely…
Chapter Six
Barcelona was just the distraction she needed Because Connor wasn’t racing in this Grand Prix, he didn’t have to participate in the pre-ti up to the racing itself Instead, they spent hours wandering the city, starting on foot before renting a scooter when Connor reluctantly ad him