Race To The Altar. Patricia Hagan

      “This is ridiculous. We’ve got to try to keep each other warm.”

      With that, Rick rolled over into the back seat and put his arms around Liz, drawing her close. “We’ll use our body heat,” he said, trying to sound casual about it when he was anything but.

      “Hey, it’s a good thing we called a truce. Otherwise you’d have let me freeze to death.”

      “No, I wouldn’t,” Rick said gruffly. “It’s late. Maybe we need to stop talking and go to sleep so the night will pass quickly.”

      “I used to do that, you know. As a kid, I used to lay awake half the night on Christmas Eve so Santa Claus would hurry and come. Only, it didn’t work.”

      “That’s what you get for believing in Santa Claus.”

      “Oh, and you didn’t?” She turned her face to his.

      Huskily Rick murmured, “If I did, I’d ask him to leave you in my stocking.”

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      Race to the Altar

      Patricia Hagan

      

www.millsandboon.co.uk

      To Joe Kennedy,

       one of the best racing PR reps I ever had the pleasure of working with.

      PATRICIA HAGAN

      New York Times bestselling author Patricia Hagan had written and published over 2,500 short stories before selling her first book in 1971. With a background in English and journalism from the University of Alabama, Pat has won awards for radio, television, newspaper and magazine writing. Her hobbies include reading, painting and cooking. The author and her Norwegian husband, Erik, divide their time between their Florida retreat in Boca Raton and their home in Bergen, Norway.

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Epilogue

      Chapter One

      Liz Mallory knew high heels and a business suit were not appropriate attire for a racetrack. But she couldn’t help it. On her way from New York to Daytona she had missed a connecting flight, and her luggage hadn’t made it. She had planned to change into neat slacks and a blouse once she got to her hotel. Instead, there was no time to even stop by a mall and buy anything, because the plane was late, and she’d had to come directly to the track.

      So here she was, feeling as out of place as a Christmas tree on the Fourth of July.

      She drove the rental car through the tunnel and into the infield, which reminded her of a huge circus, sprawling in all directions. Flags and balloons were flying, thousands of people were milling about, and it wasn’t even race day.

      But that’s how it was at Daytona in February during Speed Weeks. She had learned that much, at least, during the brief time she’d had to study up on the sport since being given her new assignment.

      Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she would find herself involved in the world of stock car racing. She knew absolutely zilch about it.

      When she had said as much to Jeff Strohm, her boss at Star Media Enterprises, an advertising and public relations agency, he had told her she had better learn fast. Star had obtained the contract to represent Big Boy’s Pizza in their sponsorship for up-and-coming rookie driver Rick Castles, and Liz had been assigned as PR person only a week before the season opener at Daytona.

      She had bought every book and magazine she could find on racing though hadn’t had time to read them all. But she wasn’t too worried about it. It was her job to market Rick Castles and get as much exposure as possible for his sponsor. It was PR plain and simple, and she knew how to do that.

      She followed the map she had been given to the press parking lot, which had a chain link fence around it.

      An attendant wearing an orange vest over his T-shirt held up a hand, and she promptly stopped and rolled down her window.

      Sorry, lady.” He pointed to a sign that read Media Only.

      “Well, that’s me,” she said cheerily, holding up the pass she had been given when she checked in at the speedway’s PR department.

      The man shook his head. “That gets you into the pits. A parking decal gets you in here.”

      “Maybe I’ve got one. They gave me so much stuff back there.” She fumbled through the big white envelope, then triumphantly held up the red-and-white decal.

      “Lick it and put it on your windshield so I won’t have to stop you next time.”

      “I sure will, and I’m sorry I didn’t know to do that. This is my first time, and—”

      Behind her, a horn sounded impatiently.

      She wet her finger, then rubbed it over the