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Miller sucked in air and hoped her face hadn’t transmitted anything of what she’d just been thinking.
‘What about you?’ she asked brightly, desperate to get the conversation onto any other topic but herself.
CHAPTER NINE
MILLER smiled and gazed around TJ’s large living room. It held twice as many guests as it was intended to house, and absently she thought she felt as if she had just stepped into the pages of The Great Gatsby.
TJ’s fiftieth birthday celebrations were in full swing and seemingly a roaring success: elegant women and debonair men were conversing and laughing with unbridled joy as if their lives were truly as beautiful as the party they were now attending. Some were already dancing to TJ’s eighties-inspired music, while others had taken their beverages outside and were soaking up the balmy night, absently batting at the annoying insects that darted around as if they were trying to zap someone.
It was a crowd Valentino fitted right in with—especially dressed as he was now, in an ice-blue shirt that hugged his wide shoulders and showcased his amazing eyes, and tailored pants that hung perfectly from his lean hips.
‘You look like you’re at a funeral,’ the man of the moment murmured wryly, his breath warm against her temple.
Miller sniffed in acknowledgement of his comment. She felt as if she was at a funeral. Ever since they’d returned from the park she had felt edgy and stressed at her sudden attack of blabbermouth. Trying to turn the tables on him had been a dismal failure. As soon as she’d asked about him he’d sprung up from the table as if an ant had crawled into his jeans.
‘I’m boring,’ he’d said, which loosely translated to conversation closed.
It had almost been a race to see who made it back to the car first. But he must have sensed her childish hurt at his rebuff because he’d glanced at her when they were in the car.
‘Everything you could possibly want to know about me is on the internet.’
She’d scoffed. ‘The internet tells me superficial stuff, like how many races you’ve won and how many hearts you’ve broken.’
He’d seemed to get annoyed at that. ‘As I told Caruthers, if I had slept with as many women as the media proclaim I’d have hardly had enough time to enter a race let alone win one. In fact, I rarely take up with a woman during racing season, and if I do it’s very short lived.’
Take up? Could he have used a more dissociative term?
‘Why? Because you bore easily?’
‘There is that. But, no, I usually don’t allow a woman to hang around long enough to bore me. Basically women want more attention than I’m prepared to give them, so if I indulge it’s usually only for a night or two.’
‘That’s pretty shallow.’
He’d shrugged. ‘Not if the woman is after the same thing.’
‘And how many are?’
‘Not enough, it’s true. Most want more—hence my moratorium on limiting those intimacies during the season.’
‘To make sure you don’t have to contend with any broken hearts that might wreck your concentration?’ she’d said churlishly.
He’d smiled as if he hadn’t heard her censure. ‘Not much can wreck my concentration, Sunshine, but a whiny woman can certainly do damage to a man’s eardrums.’
‘No more than your whiny cars,’ she’d shot back pithily. But then she’d grown curious. ‘Don’t you ever want more?’
‘Racing gives me everything I need,’ he’d said.
His unwavering confidence had pushed her to probe further. ‘So have you ever been in love?’
‘Sure.’ He’d glanced over at her and Miller remembered holding her breath. ‘My first love was a bright red 1975 Maserati Bora.’
‘Be serious,’ she’d said, and that had made his eyes become hooded, his expression blank.
‘The love you’re talking about isn’t on my radar, Miller.’
‘Ever?’
‘Let’s just say I’ll never marry while I’m racing, and I’ve yet to meet a woman who excites me enough to make me give it up.’ His flat tone had turned grim. ‘Love is painful. When you lose someone...’ He’d stopped, collected himself. ‘I won’t do that to another person.’
Another person or himself? Miller wondered now, sensing that part of his emotional aloofness was just a way of protecting himself from pain. His words hovered heavily in her mind, almost like a warning.
