is respectfully dedicated to the many<br >ival volunteers who help to make the<br >lile Race a racing spectacle with a<br > community s heart.<br >ae 500 Festival events depicted in the<br >annual events in Indianapolis preceding<br >e Race during May， all the characters in<br >; strictly the imagination of the author，<br >:ion whatsoever to anyone accidentally<br >te same name or names， and are not<br >v any individual known or unknown<br > to the author.<br >Pgl by Karen Field. All rights reserved.<br >1 any review， the reproduction or utilization<br >~hole or in part in any form by any electronic，<br >ther means， now known or hereafter invented，<br >~ aphy， photocopying and recording，<br >ation storage or retrieval system， is forbidden without<br >，f the publisher， Harlequin Enterprises Limited，<br >Road， Don Mills， Ontario， Canada M3R 3K9.<br >s in this book have no existence outside the<br >le author and have no relation whatsoever to<br >the same name or names. They are not even<br >| by any individual known or unknown to the<br >icidents are pure invention.<br >;s registered in the United States Patent and<br >.= and in other countries.<br >CHAPTER ONE<br > ALTHOUGH TRAFFIC MOVED steadily past him， Paul<br > Cooper kept to the speed limit as he traveled Inter-<br > state 65 south from Indianapolis. The concrete sur-<br > face glistened， wet from late-April rain as a torrent of<br > raindrops pummeled the windshield of the silver<br > Chrysler LeBaron. The raindrops slowed to a patter，<br > then finally ceased altogether， revealing a sky layered<br > in gray， the breaks in the clouds proving the storm had<br > ~! passed. Calm azure eyes behind conservative glasses<br > Nsquinted against the unexpected glare of the Sun as it<br > descended in the west.<br > Paul looked up from the wide three-lane ribbon of<br > road ahead to see a delicate band span the sky. The<br > arc of a magnificent rainbow gleamed in iridescent<br > pastels--red， orange， green， blue， indigo and violet.<br > He shot a dour look in the direction of the spectrum<br > of colors. Madeline Pruett had loved rainbows.<br > Madeline... Her name surged into his thoughts<br > against his will and gave him a momentary pang， dis-<br > tracting his attention from the highway ahead. He<br > rubbed his broad forehead and ran his long fingers<br > through the dark blond hair that had a slight wave at<br > the brow.<br ><br >