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I smile, leaning in closer to him. “Yes, and we’re so happy.” I’m trying my hardest not to sound so fake, but I know I’m failing miserably.

“That’s great,” Lindsey says. “Just great. Danger and Monterey, I would have never put the two of you together, but now that I see it I see how well it works.” Lindsey’s a sheep. Anything anyone says she’ll blindly follow along.

My father puts his arm around her. “Dear, why don’t you have a little breakfast.” That’s my father’s way of telling Lindsey to shovel some food in her mouth and shut the hell up.

I’m not saying I don’t like Lindsey, but well, there’s really nothing to like. She’s an empty shell.

I’m not even sure why my father married her.

Danger’s quiet as he eats and I remove my arm from around his shoulders. There’s a time and place for PDA’s and right now at family breakfast isn't it. His eyes meet mine as I shift myself back into place.

It’s almost like he wants to ask me to put my arm back, but I know he never would. Not with an audience. So, instead he continues eating like he’s not going to get a chance to ever again.

I don’t know much about Danger before my father signed him. All we really know are a handful of things. He’s a damn good driver. He hates being tied down. He causes more trouble than I think he’s worth. And he hails from Los Angeles.

I think that’s why he got into trouble last night.

He’s on his home turf, or something. But, luckily for us, we were able to get Sandi, his PR agent, all over the story and no one has figured out that Danger was even arrested last night.

At least, I hope it doesn’t get leaked out.

It wasn’t splashed all over this morning’s newspaper. So that’s a good sign.

“What do you have planned today, Monty?” Danger asks me. “Will you be coming to the press conference?”

He knows I’ll be there. “Of course.”

He smiles, and it almost looks genuine. “Good.” I don’t know why this makes him happy, but I don’t have time to try to figure him out.

He’s like the world’s toughest jigsaw puzzle, and I do not have the patience to even attempt solving it.

* * *

The press conferenceis always the same ol’ thing. Millions of raving fans trying their hardest to get Danger’s attention. And when I say fans, I mean women. Lots and lots of women.

Half dressed busty blondes mainly, pushing their tits as close as they can to Danger’s face. Most shout things like, ‘Danger, marry me’ or ‘Danger, put a baby in me.’ It’s all very gross if you ask me, and now we have to act like we’re an item.

And I’ll be honest here, I’m not quite sure how or where I should be standing in front of the media so confidently, they could be as relentless as a firing squad. Every reporter wants a piece of him.

He walks toward the press conference table full of microphones like he owns the crowd. Like he was born in the spotlight, and I swear he was. Like the whole world wants his story, and I have to say I’m a little intrigued as well.

Who is this man?

He came out of nowhere, and now he’s captured all the hearts of the women of the world. He’s got the looks to drop panties with a small smile. I’ve never seen anyone who looks as good as him.

Seriously. Why does he have to be so freaking handsome?

I’ve never seen anyone who has such poise and precision in all things. Even his smile is deathly.

I see why he’s called Danger.

Must have been a woman to give him that nickname. Because this man is dangerous. I’ll be sure I take good care of my heart and not let him anywhere near it.

Danger moves to sit behind a table of microphones as he scowls at Thad Jeffries sitting next to him.

I dislike Thad. A lot. The fact that I once dated the asshole makes it a billion times worse. Danger, however, hates him for a completely different reason.

They’re rivals. Racing has never seen a bigger rivalry than the two of them.

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