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butt, but the past wasn't in his favour. If she had any sense, she'd run the other way from him. He'd treated her like shit and all because of another woman. Smart. Real smart.
    "She's out of her fucking mind!” King threw his hat at the foyer doors. “He's a waste of a driver and resources. But she thinks he's hot stuff.” He wiped his mouth and yanked his phone from his back pocket. “Get me the boss.” He stomped out of the building, yelling into his phone.
    Tucker snorted. “No wonder Mat can't drive. With a crew chief like King, he can't succeed."
    "Tucker Poston?” A willowy blonde grinned from behind the glass desk. “I'm hoping he's not late if he's not you."
    "He's me. Mat said to be here at ten. I'm here.” Tucker smiled and shoved his shaky hands into his pockets. This wasn't a job interview. Hell, it had nothing to do with racing. He wanted Megan.
    "Good.” The woman winked. Her green eyes glittered. “And she said you were a terror on two legs."
    "According to most people, I'm considered a nice guy.” He wiped his clammy hands on his pant legs. He'd never felt so nervous in his life. Wasn't because of the blonde...was it? Or maybe the thought he'd be pounding the pavement come race weekend if something didn't come through with Megan? His heart skipped a beat. Had to be Megan herself.
    Duh.
    "It's not you, but it's you, if that makes any sense.” She shook her head. Blonde curls bobbed about her face. “Let me start again. I'm Janine Walters, assistant to Megan Rodney. We need a fill-in driver and we're looking to start up a second truck team. So, that makes you either our best chance or a complete wash.” She waved her hand, ushering him down the corridor. “She's waiting on you, so make her happy."
    "Wait, what?” Tucker blinked, not able to process Janine's statements fast enough. Had to be her exotic perfume fucking up his brain.
    Janine opened the door and winked. Mathew sat in a chair, one leg crossed over the other. A broad grin brightened his face. “Heya, man. Glad you could make it."
    Megan folded her hands atop her desk. Instead of a warm greeting, she looked away.
    Tucker sucked in a long breath and puffed it out slowly. “Hi?"
    "Welcome aboard, man. It'll be nice to have you as part of the crew.” Mathew stood and gripped Tucker's hand. “You're just what the doctor ordered. A breath of fresh air."
    "Do you always talk in cliches? I think you've broken about three copyrights."
    "Never said I was original.” Mathew threw his head back and laughed. “But I'm all me. And I'm off. I'll let Janine know where I am.” He strolled out of the room, leaving Megan and Tucker alone.
    Tucker took his hat off and raked his fingers through his hair. Getting fired had been the easy part. According to Mat, he'd been hired, but the thought didn't lessen the tension. “May I sit?"
    "Please. I'm sorry.” She chuckled, still not meeting his gaze. “Forgive my lack of enthusiasm. It's been a day for the record books."
    Tucker sat in the closest chair and leaned his elbows on his knees. He rested his chin on his folded hands. “I'm not exactly the answer to your prayers, am I?"
    "More like a solution to an argument.” Defeat clouded her voice. Her sweet-pea perfume swirled around him. Like being wrapped in her arms. Sort of.
    "I'm going to take a wild guess and assume King wanted Paul?"
    Megan's shoulders slumped. The very corner of her mouth kinked as she finally looked at him. “How'd you know?"
    "They're friends. Been buddies for over five years and both happen to hate my guts.” He hadn't planned on mentioning the slight misunderstanding concerning an ex-girlfriend of King's. Megan didn't need to know the woman left King high and dry to chase Tucker.
    "Swell."
    "Meh. I can hack it. Are they what's bothering you?” Tucker scooted forwards in his seat. “Tension doesn't look good on you.” The blue in Megan's eyes deepened. His stomach tightened and his hard-on wilted a bit. Once she'd