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“Oh. Well, with Jane, you never can be sure.”
“Getting back to the topic at hand,” I said, playing with the collar of his racing outfit. He wasn’t the only one who was having trouble keeping their hands to themselves. “She wants to do an in-depth interview with us. She says it would bring us some good publicity.”
Devin wrinkled his nose. “Don’t believe a word that vulture says.”
“I kind of like her.”
“I pretend to like her.”
“Why don’t you like her?”
He groaned. “She’s done some very unflattering pieces on me, so if she wants an interview, she can kiss my arse.”
“Given the chance, she might.”
“Then she can have an interview.”
“So that’s probably a no.”
“To be perfectly honest with you,” Devin said, stepping back and tying the arms of his overalls around his waist, “I don’t think we should grant anyone an interview. For once I would like to keep my private life private. The last thing I want is to be hounded for statements on my love life. I think if we are very careful about what we say, the press will leave us alone.”
“But don’t you think they’ll just come after us harder? If you tell someone they can’t have something, or in our case, they can’t know something, won’t they want it even more?”
He squinted an eye. “I can see your point, but on race weekends, I want to talk about the cars and the race, not what I did with my girlfriend the previous night. It’s no one’s business. But there’s something else.” He paced the small room, deep in a thought. “Here’s the other thing, and you’re onto something. The less we give people, the more they want it, right?”
I was catching on fast. “Right. So if we keep it under wraps, they’ll want it even more. The more we stay relevant and perhaps attract good attention of the sponsorship variety?”
“You learn fast, Ms. Perez.”
“And I don’t have a problem with keeping our life private.”
“We’ll just give them glimpses once in a while, to keep them satisfied … or should I say, satiated.”
“Diabolical.”
How could I argue with him, especially when I thought he was right. This felt like definitive proof that Blake Carlton was wrong. Devin wasn’t trying to flaunt our relationship or steal my father’s fame for himself. As if my thoughts had conjured him, suddenly there Blake was. As I walked back to the Perez pits, I crossed paths with Blake Carlton. To think, I’d barely noticed him all of last season, and here he was all the time.
“Hey, there, Luna,” he drawled in that charming accent.
“Hello, Blake,” I said, not bothering to smile.
“Nice outfit,” he said, staring me up and down. “I’ve been hearing all about the new Perez attire.”
“Compliments of Alexander Wheaton.”
“It’s very flattering.” He fixed his gaze on me, and I couldn’t help but stare into his blue eyes. “So, how have you been?” he asked, flashing a smile.
“Good, and you?”
“Not too bad. Everything worked out with Flynn?”
“There was never anything wrong.”
“Delighted to hear it.”
I glared, and he grinned. And that was when I felt it. The heat rising in my cheeks. What the hell was going on? Sure, the man was handsome and charming, to the point the other day I’d googled him, interested to see what he looked like when he was my age. He could have been a Calvin Klein model if he’d wanted to be. He had the clean-cut, polo-playing look about him that had turned to rugged hotness as he entered his thirties.
But who was paying attention to that?
