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car hood, thighs spread, arms around the dude’s back as he nuzzled her breasts, her head thrown back in ecstasy, normally meticulous hair sopping wet. Didn’t seem to be a major concern for her at the moment.
    Ty tilted his head, still not sure who the guy was. Nikki was blocking most of him from view. Not that it mattered, really, unless it was one of his good friends, which would piss him off on principle.
    Whoever he was, he was into it. The guy pushed Nikki back in a fit of passion, their hands and lips everywhere on each other, her moans of excitement so loud they could hear them in the car over the rain. Wow. Here he’d been thinking the sex with Nikki had been alright, but he could honestly say she’d never shown that much enthusiasm with him. Her back and head rested on the hood, and rain pummeled her as her friend pulled down the neck of her shirt and suckled the tops of her breasts.
    “Why . . .” Imogen started to say, then stopped.
    “Why are they doing this in a fucking downpour? Yeah, I was wondering the same thing.” God, he was as horny as the next guy, but when it was raining so hard it hurt your skin and you couldn’t even see what you were kissing and where, it was time to get a room.
    “I’m so sorry,” Imogen said, glancing at him in sympathy.
    Was he sorry? A little disturbed, but not really sorry. Especially when the guy raised his head to wipe his face off and Ty saw it was Jonas Strickland, a rookie driver in his first cup series season. Ty didn’t know Jonas all that well, and he would throw down a hundred-buck wager that the kid had no idea Nikki was dating anyone. He was a good kid—God, when had Ty started thinking of rookies as a lifetime younger than him?—and a methodical driver, but he didn’t strike Ty as all that socially savvy off the track.
    ’Course, he seemed to be doing alright for himself at the moment.
    Nikki was going to drown if she didn’t close her mouth. In that position, with her head tipped back and repeated exclamations of “Yes!” coming out of her open mouth, he figured it was only a matter of time before the rain had her full-out choking. Unnerved by the fact that Nikki and Jonas were actually only a few feet away from them and he and Imogen could get a bigger eyeful than either of them cared for if Jonas’s pants came off, Ty wondered how he should go about alerting the little love bugs to his presence.
    It might just take a bomb to get their attention, given that Nikki’s hair was now caught in the windshield wipers, whipping back and forth, and she didn’t seem to notice.
    Imogen reached forward in the driver’s seat and silently turned off the wipers.

CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    FOR some reason, Imogen’s quietly killing the wipers made Ty burst out laughing. The whole thing was just damn ridiculous.
    Here he and Imogen were clearly fighting their attraction to each other so that Ty could do the respectable and decent thing and break up with Nikki first, when Nikki was indulging in a downpour fantasy with a guy Ty didn’t think she’d even met before that night.
    “Do you really think it’s funny or are you laughing out of defense?” Imogen asked him, giving him a concerned look, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.
    “I really think it’s funny,” he assured her. “I think I’m staring at a little life lesson—two people shouldn’t be together just for convenience’s sake. It only ends in sex on the hood of the car. And not with each other.”
    “True.” Imogen made a sound of distress. “Oh, my God. He’s actually undoing his pants.”
    Before Ty could react, Imogen laid on the car horn. They heard Nikki shriek and catapult forward into Jonas’s arms, who stumbled backward, unzipped. It was raining too hard to see their expressions, which was a little disappointing. Ty thought it might be amusing to see guilty blushes.
    Instead, Nikki stomped over and knocked on the driver’s side window. “Who is in there?” she