backside but compared to the rawness of her heart she barely noticed. King's proclamations sat on the forefront of her mind. Did she still love Tucker? She'd kept the necklace. Adhered to his rule. “ Once this goes on, it doesn't come off." The tiny chunk of precious metal felt as much a part of her as her own arms or legs. She closed her eyes. What about when the fame came back? The man could drive the wheels off whatever vehicle he climbed into. When he got back into victory lane, would she be expected to step aside again?
Megan opened her eyes. “Hi, Janine."
"I called the law on Rick, but he left before they got here.” Janine sat down next to Megan and shielded her eyes from the late day sun. “King's gone, too?"
"Too? Who else left?"
The screech of tyres split the silence. Megan groaned. “Damn it, Tucker."
"Well, whatever you said really pissed him off.” Janine's eyes widened. “Oh my God. Are you okay? You've got blood everywhere. Did he hit you? I'm feeding his ass to sharks. Call my brother at Aquatics Inc. I'm on my way to feed Tucker to the God damned sharks."
"Take it down a notch.” Megan smoothed her hands over the front of her blouse. Another thing ruined on account of Rick. “Tucker punched Rick. It's Rick's blood."
"At least someone smeared his ass on the floor.” Janine wrapped an arm around Megan's shoulders. “Might be a little long, but I've got a blouse in the office you can borrow."
"Borrow? For what?"
"You're not dressed to impress.” Janine steered Megan into the building. “I've got the feeling you're not thinking about racing right now, and I'm pretty sure Tucker didn't leave here because he thought I'd do him bodily harm. You two live to aggravate each other."
"Hey, I'm always thinking about racing.” Megan stopped at the main desk and drummed her fingers on the black granite surface, leaving smudges. “Would you look into working Tucker into the Blitz fold? I'm thinking if he's gets a better publicist—like one other than himself or Julia—we can avoid any more of Rick's shenanigans. In the meantime, I'll see if I can find Tucker. You're right. His goals in life are to win a Daytona Five-Hundred and irritate the hell out of me."
"I'll grab that blouse."
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Chapter Six
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"I'm feeling the need for speed."
Tucker tightened the belts holding him into the race seat. He dragged air into his lungs and flipped the toggle to engage the engine. He glared down the short straightaway. “I can't beat his ass in person, but I can work off my frustration on good old Carolina dirt."
He gunned the Camaro's engine and sped off into the first turn. Dirt swirled around him as he cleared the second set of turns. The wheels came out from under him at both ends of the track but he didn't care. Tucker slapped the steering wheel. Anger and the sheer thrill of speed coursed through his veins. Damn Rick to hell. First the bastard pulled a fast one with the contract. Then he acted like he owned Megan.
Tucker grunted and mashed the gas pedal. He'd fucked himself the moment he severed ties with Julia. Then again it served him right for trying to do things on his own. With the chips down, people forgot their allies and acted for money. Knowing Rick, he'd probably thrown big bucks at Guy to get his way. Whatever.
Wiping the dirt from his face shield, Tucker surged into a turn once more. Getting the shaft from Rick didn't hurt as much as being away from Megan did. His heart was ripped raw, a ragged cry clogged his throat. She didn't trust him. Did she even want him for more than sex? According to King, she loved him. If so, why didn't she just say the words he wanted to hear?
"Damn it, Megan. I can't lie.” The vision of her streaked with blood was cemented in his mind. If something happened to her, things wouldn't be the same. She'd loved him back when he treated her like dirt and had continued to believe in him long after most everyone else gave up. Hell,
Megan opened her eyes. “Hi, Janine."
"I called the law on Rick, but he left before they got here.” Janine sat down next to Megan and shielded her eyes from the late day sun. “King's gone, too?"
"Too? Who else left?"
The screech of tyres split the silence. Megan groaned. “Damn it, Tucker."
"Well, whatever you said really pissed him off.” Janine's eyes widened. “Oh my God. Are you okay? You've got blood everywhere. Did he hit you? I'm feeding his ass to sharks. Call my brother at Aquatics Inc. I'm on my way to feed Tucker to the God damned sharks."
"Take it down a notch.” Megan smoothed her hands over the front of her blouse. Another thing ruined on account of Rick. “Tucker punched Rick. It's Rick's blood."
"At least someone smeared his ass on the floor.” Janine wrapped an arm around Megan's shoulders. “Might be a little long, but I've got a blouse in the office you can borrow."
"Borrow? For what?"
"You're not dressed to impress.” Janine steered Megan into the building. “I've got the feeling you're not thinking about racing right now, and I'm pretty sure Tucker didn't leave here because he thought I'd do him bodily harm. You two live to aggravate each other."
"Hey, I'm always thinking about racing.” Megan stopped at the main desk and drummed her fingers on the black granite surface, leaving smudges. “Would you look into working Tucker into the Blitz fold? I'm thinking if he's gets a better publicist—like one other than himself or Julia—we can avoid any more of Rick's shenanigans. In the meantime, I'll see if I can find Tucker. You're right. His goals in life are to win a Daytona Five-Hundred and irritate the hell out of me."
"I'll grab that blouse."
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Chapter Six
* * * *
"I'm feeling the need for speed."
Tucker tightened the belts holding him into the race seat. He dragged air into his lungs and flipped the toggle to engage the engine. He glared down the short straightaway. “I can't beat his ass in person, but I can work off my frustration on good old Carolina dirt."
He gunned the Camaro's engine and sped off into the first turn. Dirt swirled around him as he cleared the second set of turns. The wheels came out from under him at both ends of the track but he didn't care. Tucker slapped the steering wheel. Anger and the sheer thrill of speed coursed through his veins. Damn Rick to hell. First the bastard pulled a fast one with the contract. Then he acted like he owned Megan.
Tucker grunted and mashed the gas pedal. He'd fucked himself the moment he severed ties with Julia. Then again it served him right for trying to do things on his own. With the chips down, people forgot their allies and acted for money. Knowing Rick, he'd probably thrown big bucks at Guy to get his way. Whatever.
Wiping the dirt from his face shield, Tucker surged into a turn once more. Getting the shaft from Rick didn't hurt as much as being away from Megan did. His heart was ripped raw, a ragged cry clogged his throat. She didn't trust him. Did she even want him for more than sex? According to King, she loved him. If so, why didn't she just say the words he wanted to hear?
"Damn it, Megan. I can't lie.” The vision of her streaked with blood was cemented in his mind. If something happened to her, things wouldn't be the same. She'd loved him back when he treated her like dirt and had continued to believe in him long after most everyone else gave up. Hell,
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