I thought for the last post of the week, I’d share an outtake-slash-scene from the planned next race story. It’s in Megan’s pov, even though the follow-up is about Janine. Enjoy this little snippet. It’s one of my favorites of Megan and Tucker.
Megan sat in her office and stared blankly at the pile of paperwork in front of her. It was the off-season and her thoughts were focused on anything but her work. The season was about to start and her new driver for the truck series, Ryan Westfall, had already wrecked two trucks during a test session at the Rockingham facility. It was meant to give him experience, not raise her expenditures for the year.
She ran her fingers through her hair and closed her eyes. If she could get about three straight hours without interruption, she might be able to get her paperwork caught up.
“Are you in there?”
Megan opened her eyes and looked at the door to her office. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been zoning or maybe it was dozing, but she guessed it was long enough for someone to worry. “Yes, I’m in here. I can’t get too far.”
Tucker ambled in, locked the door and gave her a sheepish smile. He was dressed casually in jeans and one of his many sponsor t-shirts. His hat, emblazoned with the Blitz logo, barely contained his mop of sandy brown hair. “You can go wherever you want—as long as you take me with you.” He sat on her desk in front of her. “I’ve got a free afternoon and want to spend time with someone special. Do you mind?”
“Oh, I don’t suppose,” Megan replied with a coy smile.
“Did you know, kissing girls causes babies?”
Megan cocked her head and smirked. “If that’s the case, then we’d be swimming in children.”
Tucker pulled her up into an embrace on his lap and whispered, “I don’t necessarily need any kids in the near or far future. Some of our employees are childish enough for me.”
She gingerly touched the creases in his t-shirt and answered, “You’re childish enough for me.”
“So you want to fight fire with fire, huh,” he said and smoothed her hair to the side in order to nuzzle her neck. “Two can play that game, but I have an idea that’s much better.”
Without looking, he reached back and cleared the desk off with a swipe of his forearm. Papers and office products flew onto the floor in a fluttery mess.
Megan took his hat off, placed it backwards on her own head and continued his kiss while she ran her fingers gingerly through his hair. They slowly leaned back onto her desk, completely wrapped up in each other.
Tucker pulled her tank top out of her jeans, caressing her back. But he was quickly interrupted when Megan’s office door jiggled. Slowly they both looked in the direction of the door without bothering to change position.
“I’m interrupting something important?” Janine huffed. “Well, don’t lock your door.”
“I was trying to smother her with affection, but I guess you can see that,” Tucker said sarcastically. He was still on his back and looking at her upside down.
Megan sat up and perched on the edge of her desk.
“What was so Earth-shattering that you had to unlock my locked door,” she asked as she smoothed down her shirt and hunted for her hair clip.
“I’m sorry. I was just excited,” Janine said. “I have to tell you something.”
“Obviously,” Megan replied flatly and flicked her hair over her shoulder.
Tucker sat up and slid over into Megan’s chair. Patting his lap, he motioned Megan over and said, “So what is it that we need to know?”
“I found true love,” Janine exclaimed.
Tucker and Megan exchanged startled looks. “Who?”
Janine sat down on one of the office chairs in front of Megan’s desk and folded her hands. “He’s a photographer, makes a boat load, and seems to really like me. I thought he was hot and he thought I was cute so we kinda got together. It’s been developing, pardon the pun again, over the last couple of weeks. He knows nothing about NASCAR, but that’s okay. I know nothing about photography,” she bubbled. “I think he’s my soul mate.”
Megan smiled weakly and looked at Tucker. “Kinda? What do you mean ‘you think’?”
Janine shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m tired of dating duds.”
“That dud is one of my best friends,” Tucker reminded her bluntly. “Have you said anything to Eric about this? You two were pretty hot and heavy last season, or is the dud no longer privy to your life?”
Megan nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I think Eric might be a little hurt. Don’t you think,” she asked.
Janine bit her lip trying to delay an answer. “Well…you know how things go…”
“Oh, I see,” Tucker said. “I see very clearly.”
Megan tried to break the tension. “Well, if you like this gentleman, he must be pretty special. Are you bringing him in here,” she asked and pointed to her desk. “I don’t want to be in the middle of something with my door locked, if that’s your plan.”
“I’ll knock and give you a minute to get straightened,” Janine deadpanned, but the excitement never left her face.
Tucker scowled at her. “That’s what I’m afraid of,” he grumbled.
“See you at five,” she said and floated out of the office.
Once Janine left, Megan looked at Tucker and said, “Gee, and I thought I’d have a quiet day working on the lineup for the Fling.”
He laughed and added, “And I thought I’d come in here and relieve your stress.” He nodded to the clock. “Oh, look. It’s time to head home. Mind if I drive?”
“As long as I’m with you, I’m already home.”