They call him The Mad One. A cocky hotshot on the racetrack. While I’m not a fan, we do agree on one thing: Maddox Hartley doesn’t want me in his life. Shadowing a recently retired racing champion for six weeks is a far cry from investigative journalism. But when your editor benches you, you make the consolation assignment count. Because my job isn’t just a paycheck, it’s justice for my brother. I’ll play along. I just didn’t count on him being so hard to resist. And the more time I spend in his orbit, the harder it is to remember why I can’t let myself want him. A reporter falling for her subject only ends one way—in ruins. I know better. Once my article runs, I’ll leave Winslow Grove behind. What I don’t’ realize yet is, the story was never on the line, it's always been my heart…