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she still wore the teardrop. Hadn't taken it off even when she married someone else.
Was it indeed love? She knew his pissy moods, laughed at his corny jokes, and kicked his heart into motion each time she smiled. Mussed hair and smeared makeup or dressed to the nines in her best evening gown—he didn't care. She fulfilled every wild fantasy. Tucker screeched to a stop. Clouds of dirt and dust billowed around him.
"I'm head over heels in love with Megan Noel Rodney.” He slammed both palms on the steering wheel and peeled out again. “Fuck me, but she doesn't feel the same way.” She had her rules against dating staff and he couldn't be seen at Blitz.
Fuck. Just when he figured out what he wanted from life, circumstances aligned to take it away.
In the space of a breath, the car jerked to the right and his back wheels went left. “Mother fucker!” Tucker yanked the wheel to the left to correct and try to keep out of the grass. When the vehicle came to a rest on the inner lane of the track, he disengaged the engine then wrenched out of the safety belts. “Son of a bitch!” He climbed out of the car and kicked the tyre. “I should junk you, you piece of shit."
"You always drive angry? Or just dirty?"
Tucker span around. Megan. She'd come after him. He shoved the momentary excitement aside. Duh. He'd brought her here. She knew his secret. Still, he sent up a quick prayer she wanted more than a talk or quick fuck.
"I drive emotional, darlin'."
"I know. You left ruts.” She pointed to the still-swirling dirt. “The deeper the ruts, the more angry you are."
God, she knew him so well. “It happens and I needed time to calm down. Best place is behind the wheel of a car.” Or in her arms. Shit. The way things were going, he'd better just plan on settling down with a sixty-eight Camaro. The purr of an engine beat the patter of footsteps walking away from him.
"So I see. It wasn't the car's fault you spun out. It's pre-programmed to make left and right turns.” She snickered. “Call it driver error?"
"You're not funny.” He bit back a snort and leaned against the fender of the Camaro. Okay, she'd made a humorous comment. The ache in his chest grew. “I assume you have my future planned out for me? Or am I relegated to not even being around you, too?"
"We can't be together at Blitz.” Megan folded her hands in front of her mouth and blew out a laboured breath. “Rick effectively tied your racing hands at the top tiers."
"Then why are you here?” Please say it's because I mean something to you. “I've had my nuts crushed for the day. I can't survive a second time.” When did he get so fucking sappy?
About the time he realised he'd lost the best thing in his life. So much for being a hard-ass.
She shrugged. “He controls your career for the next month, sure, but he doesn't control your personal life, does he?"
"Tell me you're not here because I'm forbidden fruit."
Rolling her eyes, Megan shook her head. “I thought I'd get through to you.” She gave him a limp wave. “I see I'm not, so I'll go."
"Sweetheart.” He reached for her. His heart lodged in his throat. “Babe?"
Megan's shoulders slumped and she bowed her head. “I came here because I've been through hell today and you needed a friend.” She looked up at him. The shadows under her eyes seemed to deepen. “Is that now a crime?"
"How you feel is never a crime.” The pain in her voice wrapped tightly in a coil in his belly. He'd caused the better part of her hurt. Only he could fix things. “I'd rather hear you say you care about me."
"Tucker, I told you. I never stopped caring. See?” She tapped her chest. “I've had the chance to get rid of it. Rick threatened to cut it off in my sleep. I debated using pliers to hack it off to free myself of you. I couldn't. I kept it because I couldn't let go.” Her voice wavered and her hand trembled. “What else do you want from me? Blood? My soul? You've had them all along."
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Was it indeed love? She knew his pissy moods, laughed at his corny jokes, and kicked his heart into motion each time she smiled. Mussed hair and smeared makeup or dressed to the nines in her best evening gown—he didn't care. She fulfilled every wild fantasy. Tucker screeched to a stop. Clouds of dirt and dust billowed around him.
"I'm head over heels in love with Megan Noel Rodney.” He slammed both palms on the steering wheel and peeled out again. “Fuck me, but she doesn't feel the same way.” She had her rules against dating staff and he couldn't be seen at Blitz.
Fuck. Just when he figured out what he wanted from life, circumstances aligned to take it away.
In the space of a breath, the car jerked to the right and his back wheels went left. “Mother fucker!” Tucker yanked the wheel to the left to correct and try to keep out of the grass. When the vehicle came to a rest on the inner lane of the track, he disengaged the engine then wrenched out of the safety belts. “Son of a bitch!” He climbed out of the car and kicked the tyre. “I should junk you, you piece of shit."
"You always drive angry? Or just dirty?"
Tucker span around. Megan. She'd come after him. He shoved the momentary excitement aside. Duh. He'd brought her here. She knew his secret. Still, he sent up a quick prayer she wanted more than a talk or quick fuck.
"I drive emotional, darlin'."
"I know. You left ruts.” She pointed to the still-swirling dirt. “The deeper the ruts, the more angry you are."
God, she knew him so well. “It happens and I needed time to calm down. Best place is behind the wheel of a car.” Or in her arms. Shit. The way things were going, he'd better just plan on settling down with a sixty-eight Camaro. The purr of an engine beat the patter of footsteps walking away from him.
"So I see. It wasn't the car's fault you spun out. It's pre-programmed to make left and right turns.” She snickered. “Call it driver error?"
"You're not funny.” He bit back a snort and leaned against the fender of the Camaro. Okay, she'd made a humorous comment. The ache in his chest grew. “I assume you have my future planned out for me? Or am I relegated to not even being around you, too?"
"We can't be together at Blitz.” Megan folded her hands in front of her mouth and blew out a laboured breath. “Rick effectively tied your racing hands at the top tiers."
"Then why are you here?” Please say it's because I mean something to you. “I've had my nuts crushed for the day. I can't survive a second time.” When did he get so fucking sappy?
About the time he realised he'd lost the best thing in his life. So much for being a hard-ass.
She shrugged. “He controls your career for the next month, sure, but he doesn't control your personal life, does he?"
"Tell me you're not here because I'm forbidden fruit."
Rolling her eyes, Megan shook her head. “I thought I'd get through to you.” She gave him a limp wave. “I see I'm not, so I'll go."
"Sweetheart.” He reached for her. His heart lodged in his throat. “Babe?"
Megan's shoulders slumped and she bowed her head. “I came here because I've been through hell today and you needed a friend.” She looked up at him. The shadows under her eyes seemed to deepen. “Is that now a crime?"
"How you feel is never a crime.” The pain in her voice wrapped tightly in a coil in his belly. He'd caused the better part of her hurt. Only he could fix things. “I'd rather hear you say you care about me."
"Tucker, I told you. I never stopped caring. See?” She tapped her chest. “I've had the chance to get rid of it. Rick threatened to cut it off in my sleep. I debated using pliers to hack it off to free myself of you. I couldn't. I kept it because I couldn't let go.” Her voice wavered and her hand trembled. “What else do you want from me? Blood? My soul? You've had them all along."
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