“I don’t care about gossip.”

“Well, you should. NASCAR is a tight-knit community.”

“Is this an age thing?”

“This is an ‘I don’t want to announce our private business to the world’ thing.”

Her lips compressed. “You were perfectly fine until Kent came along.”

“We were an anonymous couple until Kent came along.”

“So, we’re going to have a secret affair. Is that it?”

No, that wasn’t it. Of course he didn’t want a secret affair. He didn’t want an affair at all. Trouble was, until he figured out exactly what was going on between him and Crystal, he didn’t know how to present it to the world-or his family.

“Because I can be discreet,” she told him, taking a backward step away from him. “I can be so discreet, you won’t even know I’m here.”

“Crystal.”

She took a second step, and said, in a voice low and intense, “You want to hide me out at some beach house at night then pretend not to know me during the day-”

“Stop!” He hadn’t meant to hurt her feelings. He took the two strides that separated them. “I want this to be dignified.”

“It is dignified. Or at least it was until two minutes ago.”

He lifted off his cap and dragged a hand through his hair. “You want to tell people we’re dating?”

“Is that what we’re doing?”

“See?” he hissed. “We don’t even know what to call it.”

“Do we have to give it a label?”

“If we don’t, they will.”

“So, let them.”

“Are you serious?” Did she know what kind of speculation that would cause?

“Oh look,” she said, nodding over his shoulder. “There’s Dean and Patsy.”

Larry twisted his head around.

“Hi, Dean. Hi, Patsy,” Crystal called with a wave.

Then, before Larry could react, she snagged his arm, pulled herself up and gave him a nuzzling kiss in the crook of his neck.

His body clenched in horror.

“Speculate that,” she muttered under her breath.

“I don’t believe you did that,” he growled, shaking free as he turned to meet his brother and sister-in-law.

Dean’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Patsy’s were wide with surprise.

“Crystal,” she said. “I didn’t expect to see you this far from Charlotte.”

“Larry invited me,” said Crystal, and Larry tensed, waiting to see what other information she was about to offer up.

“We’ve been discussing a writing project I’m working on,” she finished.

“What project is that?” asked Dean, eyeing Larry up and down.

“A cookbook,” Crystal supplied. “I saw you had a good race in Charlotte,” she said to Dean.

Eyes still hard, Dean opened his mouth.

“Thank you,” Patsy put in, forestalling whatever it was Dean had been about to say, and earning a scowl from her husband. “The charity walk went well this morning,” she continued, directing her attention to Crystal. “I understand Softco made a nice donation.”

“Missed you there,” Dean said to Larry, innuendo sharp in his tone.

“I’ll be sending a check,” Larry added, refusing to rise to his brother’s bait.

“So what were the two of-”

Patsy nudged her husband with her shoulder, talking overtop of him. “Will you be joining me in the motor home later?”

“We might head up to Alan Cargill’s skybox,” Larry offered, feeling Crystal’s immediate and disapproving glare. “It’s a little hot down here. Hope you don’t mind but we dropped off Crystal’s dog at your motor home.”

“That’s fine. It’s the best place for him,” Patsy said. “Well, we’d better get going. We don’t want to be late for the driver introductions.”

“Have a good race,” Larry said to Dean, offering his hand.

“Good luck,” Crystal echoed.

“Thanks,” said Dean with a shake, but his expression told Larry they’d be talking later.

Larry watched them melt into the crowd. “See what I mean?” he said to Crystal.

“Are we going to hide up in the sky box and pretend we’re just friends?”

He thought about that. “Maybe.” Couldn’t hurt. At least for a while.

“You plan to see me again?” She leaned her shoulder to his, tipping up to whisper in his ear. “You plan to sleep with me again?”

He couldn’t deny that. “Absolutely.”

“What are the odds we can keep it a secret?”

“I’d have to write an algorithm to know for sure.”

“Ballpark it.”

“You trying to beat me at my own game?”

“You bet.”

He gave in with a harsh sigh. She was right. If they spent any amount of time together, their relationship was going to become public knowledge, at the very least public speculation. Hiding was a bad plan.

“Fine.” He agreed, deciding they should ease people into the idea. “We can wander around the infield. We can hold hands. But no public kissing. We’re not teenagers, and there are members of the press around here. As you know, the press loves my famous family.”

“I’ll try to restrain myself,” she muttered.

He held back a smile. “You do that.”

“But we’re kissing later.”

“Of course.”

“I don’t care if we have to park the rental car behind a warehouse or hide out in an airport restroom.”

“I’m not going into the ladies’ room. And you’re damn sure not going into the men’s room.”

“Do you academics get paid by the debate?”

“We do.”

“It shows.”

He took her hand. “Then explain to me why you keep winning.”

CRYSTAL WATCHED WITH RISING excitement as Kent Grosso hurtled his No. 427 car toward the finish line, trying to pass his father who was in the lead. Three cars were vying for the top spot. Dean was barely holding on to the lead as they tucked into Turn Two. Dean’s No. 414 car went high. Kent went low, and the third car struggled to find an opening in the middle.

The checkered flag was out, and she gripped Larry’s hand tightly as the announcer’s voice rose with excitement. The crowd was on its feet and the spectators on the infield crowded the fence, while the cars hurtled down the straightaway.

She held her breath as the three contenders drove into Turn Three. Dean held on, held on, held on.

He made it out of the turn, sticking solidly to the race track as he covered the final stretch to the line.

“And he does it!” shouted the announcer as a hundred and fifty thousand spectators filled the air with cheers. “Dean Grosso hangs on to take the checkered flag and win the race.”

Crystal whooped out a cheer and threw her arms around Larry. He hugged her tight, lifting her right off the ground.

“What a race,” she breathed. “Dean first and Kent second.”

Larry gave her a peck on the cheek, proud of his nephew. “When it comes together, it comes together.”

“Are you sorry Steve wasn’t spotting?” she asked, while Larry lowered her back to the ground.

The remaining cars whined past the start/finish line while Dean did a celebratory burnout to the roaring delight of the capacity crowd.

“He screwed up last week. No getting around that. He knows enough to be a man about it. Besides-” Larry gave her a wry smile “-I suspect Heidi’s doing a bang-up job of consoling him. And his team did get the points. The Chase is coming up fast.”

“And the points count above everything else,” Crystal agreed.

“You’ve got the picture,” said Larry. “Victory Lane?”

“You bet.” She fell into step beside him as they followed the surge of the crowd.

By the time they grew close enough to see the action at Victory Lane, Dean was climbing out of the race car, donning a Smoothtone Music hat. Team members clapped him in a hug as he was handed the trophy, which he hoisted in the air.

The Maximus Motorsports team had surrounded Victory Lane, and they were all grinning ear to ear.

“I should go congratulate the team,” Larry shouted in Crystal’s ear, taking her arm to steer her in that direction.

“You go,” she shouted back, disentangling.

“I’ll introduce you,” said Larry, obviously trying to make up for his earlier reluctance to acknowledge her.

But Crystal shook her head. “It’s the team’s moment. And we’re not sure how they feel about me.”

Larry’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not embarrassed.”

“I’ll be right here when you get back.”

He opened his mouth to argue.

“Go,” she insisted with a little shove. “Celebrate with them for a bit.”

“If you’re sure.” Larry took a couple of backward steps.

She gave him a nod, since there was no way her voice would be heard above the crowd. Then she watched him disappear, and her gaze shifted toward the team.

“Enjoying Larry’s company?” came Patsy’s voice directly beside her.

Crystal quickly turned to see the woman’s knowing smirk.

“I’m glad Dean won today,” Crystal offered.

Patsy beamed with pride. “Both of my boys. It’s a good day.” Both women glanced to the No. 414 car, where Dean was playfully spraying champagne on his team.

“But Dean’s not getting any younger,” Patsy continued, a flash of annoyance coloring her eyes.

“Is he thinking about-”

“Tell me about Larry,” Patsy put in smoothly, the anger disappeared as fast as it had risen. She linked her arm with Crystal’s and a twinkle came into her sky-blue eyes.

“He went over to congratulate the team,” Crystal offered.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

Crystal blinked, hoping against hope that Patsy would back off.

“I meant,” Patsy elaborated, “now that my husband isn’t glaring daggers at the two of you, what’s going on?”

Crystal chose her words carefully. “We’re getting to know each other.”

“And how’s that going?”

“It’s going well,” said Crystal, her gaze involuntarily falling on Larry where he was shaking a crew member’s hand. He pulled another one back into a back-slapping hug.

“I sense a certain-” Patsy paused, waving a descriptive hand through the air “-energy between the two of you.”