track, a half mile around if she had to guess. Red clay with black streaks edged towards the grass. In the infield, four highway dividers sat in a square, protecting a late model race car sans engine and a dented eighty-seven Camaro. She folded her hands in front of her mouth. All the pleasant times at the local tracks came to mind. Sitting in the stands as Tucker wove through packs of cars to win features and track championships. Cuddling in the cab of his truck while driving home from the races. Making love in the bed of the truck to celebrate...
Tucker wrapped an arm around her shoulders and rubbed her arm with the tips of his fingers. “ Our roots, babe. None of this was possible without you."
Unable to deal with the onslaught of feelings, Megan walked out of his grasp. More tears blurred her vision. Years ago their lives had been so much simpler. Nothing like the maelstrom she lived in now. The late-October breeze swirled the scent of grass and rich earth around them. She drew a long breath into her lungs and let it out slowly. I won't crack. I won't let him see me stumble.
"Yell at me.” Tucker curled his arms around her from behind, not letting her escape him or her problems. “Let it out."
"It's not you.” God, why was she denying the truth?
"Babe, I'm the root of this. My skill at being an asshole ripped everything apart. Hit me, curse me, tear off my junk if it helps."
"You didn't make me fall in love with Rick.” She turned in his embrace. Crimson streaked across his stubble-marred cheeks. She traced the line of hairs with her index finger. “You tried to tell me I was making the mistake of my life. I didn't listen."
"Don't take all the blame here. I won't let you.” He thrust his fingers into her hair, bringing her face within kissing range. “If I'd been a man and stood up to Denice, we wouldn't be here. I let too many things that had nothing to do with my priorities screw up my plans for life.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “The baby wasn't mine."
"I know. I read the papers and Janine kept up on all the court news. Plus, Denice called me."
His eyes widened. “She what?"
"Denice called me and apologised. She said it was a stupid trick and she wished the real father knew.” A breeze whipped around them, sending a shiver along Megan's spine. She curled more tightly against Tucker, for warmth and the strength of his presence.
"But she married Lance and things worked out, so I can't complain."
"Things aren't worked out between us. I haven't had the chance to apologise.” He rubbed his cheek on the top of her head. “I'm sorry I've been myself. I can't change the past, but I want to make a future.” He tipped her chin to look into her eyes. “With you."
No, no. He wasn't going to go there. No way. “Why did you lie to me? Why?” Megan shrugged away and ran her palms over the length of her arms, rubbing circulation back into the chilled flesh. So much for the rayon jacket keeping her warm. “Did you think I was stupid? That I wouldn't know what you'd done? I saw the girls and I remember being kept at arm's length while you ‘signed autographs’ with the girls at Attica."
"Damn, that was so blown out of proportion.” His shoulders slumped and his jaw tightened. “You aren't stupid. Never have been. But me? I was young. Dumb. Full of—"
She put her hand over his mouth, silencing his standard reply. “Great. You thought with your dick."
Tucker kissed the curve of her palm. “I did and I regret it, but I swear to you, I never cheated. Look, nothing I can say will make up for me being...me. I don't expect it to.” When Megan backed away from him, he hooked his thumbs into his belt loops. “All I can do is beg you to not hate me even if I deserve every last bit. But, Megs, I never stopped caring about you."
He'd used her pet name. Damn him. “You have a funny way of showing it.” She wanted to look away, to stare anywhere but into his eyes. The power in the amber and jade