The Tale of Love & Racing: Sarina’s Story – Chapter 101: Pocono 400

Saturday July 28, 2018 – Pocono Raceway

Chase makes his way into her room, walking over as he immediately lets her clasp his hand.

“You didn’t need to come,” she offers as he shakes his head back in response. He knew the second practice wouldn’t have gone as planned without a visit.

“I was worried about you after Tyler told me what happened,” he replies as she sits up a little in the bed.

“I didn’t really pass out like they all claim, okay? I leaned up against the wall because….okay, I was tired and when I leaned against the wall, Tyler asked me if I was okay. I was slow responding so he got Rudy’s attention and next thing, I’m here.”

“Dehydrated again?” She slowly nods her head as she glances up at the IV.

“They ran a couple more tests or whatever to make sure it’s stomach virus and nothing something else – like pregnant, or food poisoning. Everything came back clean so we’re stuck with it being a torturous stream and my body barely able to handle it.” He brushes the small bit of hair out of her face.

“That’s because you’re not following what everybody told you, and focusing on yourself. You should’ve been in bed still, catching up on sleep, sipping Gatorades, looking after yourself. Let this weekend go…” She then lets out a sigh as she glances down at the bed.

“I guess I have no choice now, huh? Doctors won’t clear me due to the incident as they’re worried about my hydration levels and conce-”

“I don’t blame them, as I would be as well.” She then looks over at him.

“I can handle driving while I’m sick. It seems nobody understands how strong I am.” Chase lets out a sigh as he looks into her eyes.

“Don’t ever let anybody question your strength. We all know how strong you are, how hard you push, how determined you feel. We also know your limits, and today is one of those. NASCAR has given you a waiver so take it, embrace it, and let yourself get better. You always tell me to take care of myself. Well, now I’m telling you to do the same.”

“But I know I have a winning truck for today. You saw how quick we were in practi-”

“You’ll have many more chances to win races this year, next year, and for many years to come. But you need to weather this storm first, so it’s time to focus on you and get better.” He then kisses her forehead. “Did they say how long you have to stay for?”

“They want to make sure my hydration levels are steady, that I can keep the fluids somewhat in my system, and I’m not feeling faint anymore. I think I have a room reserved for the afternoon, unfortunately.” Chase then glances down at the chair, shifting a little.

“Then I guess I have a seat reserved here for the afterno-”

“Uhh, you have a final practice to run so I suggest you get your ass out there and run it.” He then looks at her surprised. “What? Don’t let my sickness change your schedule. I can take plenty care of myself here while you go make circles. If I’m giving up my damn weekend, then you better have a car underneath you that can win tomorrow. Besides, a trophy would be a nice get well present.” Chase couldn’t help but smile.

“I’ll do the best that I can, but I can’t make any promises.” She nods her head, accepting, as it was better than nothing. That said, she knew how strong Hendrick Motorsports was at Pocono, and she knew that the No. 9 team had been on a upswing so her chances looked good. “I love you, and I hope you feel. I hate to see you sick.”

“I hate being sick. I get sick looking at my own vomit.” He shakes his head as he knew that wasn’t a pretty sight.

“You’ll be feeling better soon….” He gives her one final kiss before heading off for final practice, as she had instructed him to do so.

Chase climbs out of the car, following the final practice run of the day, before walking over to the crew chief.

“Better or worse?” Alan questions as he looks over at his driver.

“About the same?” Chase replies back as Alan lets out a sigh. He could only glance at the board and see they were 10th on the speed chart for the second session in a row.

“The good news is we’re consistent so we should be fine on the long runs tomorrow. The bad news is that we’re still not where we need to be to find that next step and run in the top-five.” Chase nods his head in agreement as Alan thinks it over. “I could try something for time trials, but then it may not work. Whatever we do for qualifying, we have to leave in the for the race.”

“So what if we leave it, start the race solidly, and go from there?” Alan nods his head, accepting, as it seemed like a decent plan.

“Alright, it’s settled. You can go back to taking care of your girl – as long as you don’t get sick on me.” Chase places a hand on Alan’s shoulder.

“Trust me, I’m fine.” Alan glances over at him with a small smile.

“It’s been a while since you could say that and I would absolutely believe you. Keep doing what you’re doing, kid.” Alan then walks away notes in hand as Chase makes his way out of the garage, back to the care center to see Sarina.

Thankfully rehydrated with some more fluids, Sarina was released from the care center, with Chase taking her back to the motorcoach immediately. The pair curled up together, taking in the truck race on the TV there despite Sarina’s pleas to go sit on the pit box.

The race only made the afternoon harder for her to handle as Erik Jones drove her truck from last in the field to sixth by the end of the first stage, before battling the rest of the race with Kyle for the win. Ultimately, the boss won, though, with Erik in second.

Cup qualifying was set to follow, and once again Sarina expressed the want to join Chase out on pit road. However, finally beginning to realize just how sick she was, she settled in under the blankets with a couple Gatorade bottles on the night table as he headed out for the session.

The plan to go with a solid set-up to not mess up things allowed them to lock down the 11th starting spot for the race tomorrow. It wasn’t spectacular, but certainly they could work with it.

Sunday July 29, 2018 – Pocono Raceway

“Thank you for spending the race with me,” Sarina says as she pulls the blanket even more snuggly around herself, trying to get comfortable and settled in. it was going to be odd to be at the track with Chase, yet watching the race from the motorcoach rather than the pit box.

“Are you kidding me?!?” Lindsay asks immediately as she looks over. “I wasn’t going to make you suffer watching this alone.” Sarina then returns the gaze back to her best friend.

“I just don’t want you to get sick with that little one…” Lindsay glances down at her own stomach, seeing at it was ever-growing, giving it a little rub.

“That’s why we’re not real close to each other. Besides, Ryan is already a little overprotective.” Sarina couldn’t help but chuckle as they each got comfortable on the couches.

The race started off solidly as Chase immediately made his way forward to the front.

“Stage winner,” Eddie D’Hondt says over the radio at the end of the first stage. While watching the race broadcast, Sarina had loaded’s raceview so she could listen to Chase’s audio. It wouldn’t be the same watching a race otherwise. “Good work, bud. Two weeks in a row. I’m starting to like this.” She couldn’t help but agree with the spotter as the success was great to see.

The second stage started off just as strongly with Chase running up front throughout, but ultimately crossing the finish line in second behind Kevin Harvick.

“He backs up pretty much every corner, gets to the bottom, and stays there,” Alan reports over the radio which Sarina had to agree via what she saw on the screen before her. “(He) has a lot of grip in his car.”

“The grip meter is an understatement – that’s for sure,” Chase replies, earning a nod of approval from both Sarina and Lindsay.

“He makes a pretty wide arc off of the wall,” Eddie adds in as well as Sarina simply smiles.

Following the final round of pit stops, Chase continued to run up front, running as high as third before fading back a bit.

“Holy shit!!” Lindsay lets out as the No. 43 Chevrolet of Darrell Wallace slams the wall.

“Fuck!” Sarina adds as they both sit there stunned. The nerves stayed until the window net came down on the car, with Bubba climbing out shortly after to the sigh of relief.

“That was insane!” Sarina nods her head in agreement.

“If there’s a track that I never want to lose my brakes going into a corner, it’s here because the result is just insanity beyond other tracks it seems. Look at Gordon’s wreck a couple years ago!”

The girls settle in for the final run to the checkered, watching as Chase drops back to fifth. He would then make a big save down the backstretch – which caused Sarina to jump out of her skin a little – before crossing the line in seventh when it was said and done.

“I don’t even know why some race tracks seem to be more suitable for what we have, and some don’t,” Chase tells the media afterwards. “We think we’re better as a whole, but I think we still have some work to do.”

Tuesday July 31, 2018 – Pocono Raceway

Chase smiles as he walks over to Cale and Emma, giving them each a hug.

“Congratulations,” he tells them both after the ceremony. “Make sure you take care of her.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Cale offers as he wraps an arm around Emma’s shoulders.

“I also bet that you’re having a boy.” Emma just smiles back in return as she glances up at Cale.

“That’s what I told him, but he told me otherwise. We’ll see when we reveal it later.” She then glances around, before focusing back on Chase. “Where’s Sarina?”

“She’s at home,” Chase answers. “She was still not feeling all the way better yet so she told me that she was skipping the wedding, but sends her blessings.” Emma nods her head, accepting, already forming another theory in her head.

“She also trying to avoid seeing Erin?” Chase glances over to where Erin was talking with someone, before looking back at Emma.

“They talked at Eldora and things are straightened ou-”

“I also talked to my sister Chase, and I know her honest opinion of Sarina as of right now.” Chase bit his lip, knowing that probably didn’t come out smoothly.

“Emma, I know as she told me, but Sarina has no idea. Her skipping the wedding has nothing to do with that, I promise you.” Emma wanted to simply believe him to make things simple, but couldn’t quite do that.

“It doesn’t matter to me either way as this is my night – well, Cale’s too, and we’re set to celebrate our love with those who are close to us. But know that I don’t take lightly to people playing around with my sister’s fee-”

“The kiss was a total accide-”

“I don’t care the circumstances, reasons, whatever. Just remember what I told you. I will kick your ass if I have to. Just ask Ryan.” Emma then walks away as Cale glances between the pair surprised.

“I’m going to say that’s the pregnancy hormones kicking in,” Cale offers as Chase just grins a little.

“I’d like to believe you there, but I’ve known her a long time to know better,” Chase comments as he places a hand on Cale’s shoulder. “You found a gem in her, and I’m happy for you. Don’t screw it up.”

Chase then walks away, set to go find Ryan and Lindsay as he promised he’d catch up with them both.

The rest of the night ultimately would go smoothly, capping off with the gender reveal and Chase guessed it right as Emma and Cale were expecting a boy.

“Try topping that reveal,” Chase offers as he glances over at Ryan and Lindsay.

“We actually talked about waiting until she has the baby to see what it is,” Ryan comments as Chase looks over surprised.

“Are you sure your sisters are going to let you away with that? I’d expect them to want to know so they can shop and spoil the baby, and plan the baby shower.” Ryan chuckles as he had heard rumblings from both already about those plans.

“They have Emma’s boy to spoil. That should keep them occupied for awhile.”

Friday August 3, 2018 – Watkin’s Glen International

“What are you looking at?” Chase questions as the pair of them relax in the transporter together.

“White flowers, or light blue flowers?” She asks as she flips between the images.

“Light blue. The snow will have so much white that you want something to compliment it.” She then looks over surprised as he puts his arm around her. “You learn those things doing photo shoots. Are you almost done planning for the wedding?”

“Venue, decorations, and now flowers – I say guest list and then finding the perfect dress.” He smiles as he looks into her eyes.

“I don’t care what you wear as you’ll look beautiful no matter what.” He then leans in, lightly kissing her lips. “Guest list – close friends and family only. That should be easy..”

“I just hope that things go smoothly when it comes to that.” She then sets her phone down. “I heard from Lindsay that Emma wasn’t pleased that I wasn’t there, blaming it on Eri-”

“I talked to Emma about it, and whether she agreed or not, who knows. But she knows from me that you were sick and she saw it on the weekend. She’s just set to let it go.” Sarina lets out a chuckle.

“Chase, I haven’t known them as long as you know, but I know how protective Emma can be from Lindsay.” Chase lets out a sigh.

“So Emma threatened to kick my ass should something else happen – that’s normal. Like you told me last week, there’s nothing to worry about because we love each other.” He then intertwines his fingers with hers. “Nobody is going to change that, ever.”

“I know…” She then lays her head against him. “Even if the fans want to start rumors and little hashtag battles.”

“Hashtag battles?” She then picks her phone back up, going into Twitter as she loads a poll. “Sarell or Charina? We have a couple hashtag now?” She chuckles, nodding her head. “I guess Sarase didn’t sound as good. Did you vote?”

“Uh no, I don’t want them to realize I’m stalking their crazy asses.” He then laughs as he glances through some of the tweets. “But you have to admit, there’s some entertaining stuff in there….”

“You certainly have gathered a following.” He then hands the phone back to her.

“It still surprises me, sometimes. I still can’t believe my decision to go down main street and grab a drink when we landed because I wanted to go to my favorite smoothie shop since I had been missing it resulted in paparazzi.” She then pulls up the photo they took. “Like, that’s insane. You don’t even have that unless you’re downtown New York.”

“At least they took an adorable photo of you…” She then shakes her head. “But I also heard they were in town due to Ariana Grande or something, so maybe they mistook you at first. Not that I could understand why because you’re so much more beautiful.”

“Careful Chase, too much of the flirting and we may get distracted. I have practice soon….” Chase nods his head, remembering as he rubs her shoulders. With the trucks being off, she had decided to run the K&N Series race to get some more road course experience.

“Are you sure you’re feeling up to it?” She then glances back at him surprised.

“Are you going to be overprotective for the months to come because of one sick weekend?”

“Someone has to take care of you…” He then kisses her cheek, causing her to turn back and face him, with their lips meeting together.

“We take care of each other, always….” She then wraps her arms around him as their lips find each other’s once again, with his hands slipping underneath the back of her shirt. “Chas-”

“You need to get changed anyway….”


Short Track Lovin’ – Chapter 159: Alabama 500

Sunday October 15 – Talladega Superspeedway

Sarina let out a sigh as she relaxed on the couch, flipping through a random magazine. She didn’t even know why she was awake that early, or still in the motorcoach. However, that’s where she was while Chase was off doing a series of appearances for the sponsors.

She flipped through her latest book of choice – just because it was the next in the stack, glancing over the pages without paying much attention. Though as a page came across her view, she froze immediately. It was an advertisement about NASCAR Champion’s Week festivities coming up next month – no surprise, really. However, the date caught her off-guard.

“November 30? That don’t make sense,” she comments to herself as she grabs her phone. The Cup Series banquet was always on a Saturday and she was certain that date was December 2, having made a note already in her phone due to Snowball Derby qualifying. Double checking the date, she hadn’t gone wrong. “Maybe they made an error…..”

She then opens up Google, typing in “NASCAR Cup Series Banquet 2017” in hopes of finding some sort of results to match her theory. Instead, she was caught off-guard completely. The magazine was right, as one of the first initial searches detailed how NASCAR had changed the date from a Saturday to a Thursday to make the Vegas week shorter on teams.

A smile immediately came across her face – that meant she could go to the banquet, and then head down to Florida for the Snowball Derby weekend festivities. Maybe even Chase could join her down there, too.

The smile left right away, though, as panic set in. She hadn’t planned on the banquet. She hadn’t planned on having to get shoes, her hair done that week, ready – she hadn’t even thought about dresses. What was she going to wear?

Remembering Ryan’s advice, she immediately dialed Emma’s number, in hopes of some answers.

“Well, the good news is you have a whole month to figure that out,” Emma offered after hearing Sarina’s panic story. “We already finalized your truck series dress options down to five different styles – each white in nature, but slightly different. I’m sure we can figure out something for you to wear as you accompany Chase just as well. I mean, he’s not a fancy guy nor would he be too upset by any choice you make so we can make this work. Give me some details you’re thinking….”

“Well, I don’t mean to be typical but let’s keep matching sponsors and go with blue,” Sarina starts, knowing it’d match with NAPA perfectly. “But not as dark a blue as they have – something lighter. I also want to go with something long, flowing, almost like a princess but not quite there. Oh, and not form fitting either. Does this make sense?” Emma laughs as she makes some notes, also including a citation to tell Chase he needed a blue highlight on his tux if he wanted to follow that rule of matching.

“Hey, it gives me somewhere to start with – if anything. Shoulders or no shoulders?” Sarina thought it over. It was her night to look sexy though, right?

“Spaghetti strap, please. I don’t like strapless for fear of falling off – but I don’t want something too thick.”

“Got it. I will look into what I know from some designers, and shoot you some ideas later on this week. Just take a deep breath, and relax. We got this – even if both you and Chase can’t remember that they switched the date. Hey, don’t go telling him that you realized. Let it be a surprise for when he does figure it out.” Sarina smiles, knowing his reaction would probably be priceless.

“Deal. Thank you. I guess Ryan was right after all….” Emma laughs.

“My brother isn’t so bad….”


Sarina wished she was back in the comfort of the motorcoach, relaxing, not having a single care in the world; she’d even take banquet dress worrying over this.

Instead, she sat on top of the 24 pit box, fingers crossed, legs crossed, trying to cross her toes, just hoping for a calm day at Talladega. After the drama that track had delivered in April, she wasn’t looking for a repeat.

Everything started out smoothly as Chase kept himself up front after starting second, staying in the midst of the lead pack while avoiding taking any chances. However, that all changed when it was time for pit stops.

As cars began to peel off for their stops with the stage coming to an end, chaos ensued with contact, followed by cars going every which way. She held her breath as she watched Chase avoid the chaos, darting down pit road as it broke apart behind him.

The 24 team did their stop as scheduled – cleanly, might she add – before he headed out, set to rejoin the pack. It all seemed to be going perfectly…..

“We’re going to have to restart tail of the longest line here,” Alan tells them, after getting word from NASCAR. “They say we pitted after pit road was closed.” Sarina could only let out a sigh. Sure, they had pitted – but how could anybody tell that NASCAR just randomly decided to flick the light from green to red due to a wreck? This also meant that he’d be back in the middle of the eye of the storm. “They need to move that line and light back so you can see it better in turn three. There’s no way that you would know.”

“It crossed my mind,” Chase replies back over the radio. “I thought about trying to get out but it was too late when I saw them wrecking.” Taking a deep breath, it was better safe than sorry – even if it meant there’d be nervous times once they got back going.

“Okay, so come on down now and we’ll get the left side tires so we’ll be penalized for doing the best job that we can.” Sarina had to chuckle at Alan’s approach to handling the chaos at hand.

Hey, least they’d have four new tires compared to some only having two.

Despite her nerves shot up a couple places, Chase was able to hold his ground quite well, and work his way back towards the front of the field into the top-10, getting up to six as the stage was set to come to a close. Another round of stops began, though, and the same chaos ensued, this time involving Jimmie Johnson and Jamie McMurray. Taking a sigh of relief, she was just glad they had avoided trouble so far.

“If we get in a position where we have to pit under green, don’t put yourself in harm’s way,” Alan advises. “Just take another lap.” Sarina couldn’t help but agree as it was about surviving, scoring as many points as possible, and getting to the next round today.

The third and final stage started, and as he had all day, Chase was right in the mix of the battle for the lead. Though with each move he made, it just seemed to not come together. As the caution flew for debris with the laps counting down, she hoped the reset would present the perfect opportunity.

“We will get this,” Eddie D’Hondt encouraged. “We just haven’t found the right dance partner.” She couldn’t help but agree, but saw potential in those starting around him.

Her breath caught in her throat as they went back green, knowing the action was about to pick up with the race nearing its conclusion. She found herself in a mix of nerves, with some cheers even escaping her lips, as everything began to came together. The search for a dance partner came out to be complete, in the form of Ryan Blaney, as the pair went back and forth for the lead with the Penske teammates. It was also a calming sensation seeing that No. 24 Chevrolet lead laps, as he was ahead of both wrecks that took place behind them removing multiple cars.

Taking a deep breath under the latest caution, she knew the intensity was set to ramp up and it was now or never. She just hoped Chase made the right moves.

She watched the shuffle on the restart, seeing Chase just behind the leaders. Down the backstretch with 12 to go, her eyes focused on the television monitor before her. Her breath then hitched in her throat as she watched Joey Logano and Daniel Suarez battle side-by-side for the lead, with Chase diving from the top lane behind them to the bottom to go by them both entering the third turn, before sliding back up to the top to hold the momentum.

“Holy shit!” She let out in disbelief, placing her hand on her chest. “That was damn sexy! Hot damn! But damn, Chase, don’t be doing that to me….”

She hoped that he could just simply stay ahead of them, no more challenges for the lead, just a smooth sailing from here to the end.

That wasn’t meant to be, though, as she watched Joey get a run, followed by Chase getting shuffled back to fourth with eight laps to go. Taking a deep breath, she partially just wanted the race to be over so nerves could return to normal, but she also felt herself on the edge, fingers crossed, knowing what could happen today – finally.

“Come on Chase!” She lets out, hoping it all came together.

With six laps to go down the back and entering turn three, the opportunity to make a move came up. A hole opened up between Kyle Larson and Daniel as they battled for the lead, and Chase had the momentum. He immediately shot for the gap, though before anybody could realize – that hole closed, contact happened. Sarina immediately wanted to throw up, panic, cry, scream as she watched the No. 24 Chevrolet shoot from the bottom of the track to the top, making contact with the outside turn three wall.

“Oh shit!” She lets out as she feels arms wrap around her from behind, glancing over her shoulder to see they belonged to Jordan Allen, who was rubbing her shoulders. “Oh gosh….”

“Breathe, relax….” Jordan encourages as he continues to rub her shoulders. “You heard the radio transmission…” She nods her head, having heard him say the words that he was ‘okay.’

“I can’t believe this…” She tried to take a couple deep breathes, and relax, but the sudden angle of impact, the speed, and seeing the crumpled up car, she was beyond disbelief.

“He’s okay…” Jordan then slowly stands up, holding out a hand for her to grab hold. She grabs it, slowly standing herself. “I’ll walk you back so you can see him….” She simply nods her head, following Jordan’s lead, going through the motions without questions.

She carefully climbs down the ladder from the pit box, glancing at one of the team’s televisions screens in the process. She watches him slowly get out from where the car stopped in turn four, slowly walking down the banking. She takes a couple more deep breaths, saying a couple silent prayers of thanks, before following Jordan’s lead quietly.

The entire walk to the infield care center was quiet as she didn’t know what to say; she almost felt numb in that moment. The wait for the ambulance to come back, followed by them checking him over felt like it was going on forever – even if it was just a span of perhaps 15 to 20 minutes.

After feeling like an eternity had passed, she watches the doors open and he walks out, instantly walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

“I’m okay,” he simply tells her, knowing how freaked out she could get about wrecks from the last Talladega experience. “I’m okay…” She looks up into his brown eyes, feeling every emotion run through her, as she wraps her arms around him to hold him close.

“Are you sure?” She questions as he lays her head on her shoulder.

“I wouldn’t lie to you. I’m fine. It took my breath away for a minute, but I’m fine…” He then lets go, which she follows suit slowly. She watches as he goes over and answers some questions for the reporters, before swiftly returning back to her arms. “Ready to go back to the motorcoach?”

“Absolutely. It’s time for me to take care of you…” He then rolls his eyes as they begin the walk together.

“I told you, I’m fin-”

“You’re going to be sore as hell tomorrow after how hard you hit, whether you want to admit that to me or not. You also did an incredible, beyond admirable job, dealing with my issues this weekend. It’s time that I repay you. For once, let me take care of you…” He nods his head, accepting, knowing he wasn’t going to win this fight.

Once back in the motorcoach, she got him a bottle of water, helped him change out of his firesuit, made him a nice snack, followed by a full back massage.

“I’m spoiled….” He lets out as she continues to work the muscles.

“You deserve it,” she tells him, kissing his cheek. He then glances up at her with a smile.

“You absolutely deserve to be repaid for your hard work and dedication, and I just want to love you that much more…” He then lets out a sigh as he lays his head back down. “But that soreness is creeping in…”

“Then let me do all the pleasuring…” She then rolls him over so he’s on his back, facing her directly, as he looks on intrigued. “Besides, I owe you…”

“You don’t owe me a single thing. I would do what I did for you 10 times over, sweetheart.” She smiles, kissing his lips lightly.

“That doesn’t mean that I can reward your hard work in taking care of me, and your hard work in coming oh so close today…” She then reaches for the edges of his boxers, slipping them down. “Now, relax…”

“How can I relax when I know….where….you’re….going?” She then laughs as she rubs his shoulders once again, brushing her body against his. “Sarina….”

“Yes, Chase?” He then takes her hand, placing it over his crotch, knowing her plan already.

“Stop being a damn tease and deliver on your promise. Help make the pain of Talladega disappear, please…” She then smiles, kissing his lips as she rubs him lightly.

“Your wish is my command, sweet dear…”


Monday, October 16

Sarina makes her way to the back door of the 5/24 shop, knocking on the door.

With concerns still stemming from how he was feeling, she had taken the liberty of dropping him off at the shop while on the way to Kyle Busch Motorsports herself. Now that she was done everything for the day, she had come back to grab him – but also make a stop of her own.

She watches the door open slowly, flashing a million dollar smile immediately.

“No matter what you say or do, you cannot sneak in through the shop,” Chad Avrit tells her as she just laughs.

“I can’t even seduce you to do that?” She questions, causing an intrigued glance to form on his face.

“You’d never….” She laughs and shakes he head.

“You’re right, but I may seduce your driver.” Chad knew that quite the possibility as he crossed his arms.

“Chase is still upstairs doing whatever Chase does….” She figured that as she knew that she was early.

“Is Jordan around?” Chad glances behind him, seeing Jordan working on the interior section of their car for Martinsville in a couple weeks. “Can he come see me, please?”

“I’ll go ask…” Chad then closes the door, leaving Sarina to stand there and wait by herself.

She knew she wasn’t taking the smoothest approach in doing this, but she had to say something after Sunday. Lost in the chaos, she never spoke to Jordan after he led her back to the care center.

“Hey Sarina,” Jordan comments as he opens the door, closing it behind him as he steps outside.

“Hey,” she replies. “I didn’t get you in trouble, did I?” Jordan shakes his head.

“I hadn’t taken my break yet…” She then takes a deep breath, debating the best way to say this.

“I just wanted to stop by and say thank you. I mean it – thank you so much. Thank you for holding me, thank you for your words, thank you for comforting me, thank you for leading me there, and thank you. I was totally lost in the moment and didn’t say a single word….” Jordan looks at her with eyes of sympathy. He understood where she was coming from.

“I knew you were scared and worried; I could see it by your reaction when he hit the wall. Hey, it’s understandable, though. You love and care about him. I knew the best thing in that moment was to offer support for you.”

“But you went above and beyon-”

“Any of the guys would’ve done the same on this team. We’re family, and we’re there for each other. Alan was there on the radio for Chase with Eddie, and I was just the first one to step in for you. Josh mentioned to me that he was about to grab you and take you, but realized that I had you already. You don’t need to thank me. I’m glad as much as you are that he is okay.” Sarina nods her head, having said a couple more thank you prayers since.

“You do a great job at making sure the interior of that car is done right and he’s kept safe. It shows. Thank you…” He smiles as he pulls her into a hug.

“It’s part of the job, and I love him just as much as anybody. But you’re welcome.”

They then separate, talking for a bit longer, before she lets him go so he doesn’t get in trouble for too long of a break.

A Proposal – Chapter 7

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Early January 2016 


Let’s take it slow, I don’t wanna move too fast
I don’t wanna just make love, I wanna make love last
When you’re up this high, it’s a sad goodbye


While the original plans had been to simply cuddle till his flight in the early morning hours, there were other things that were going through both of their minds. Emma knew that she couldn’t go a whole week without feeling him close to her, especially so closely after the most magical moment of their life – engagement.

Knowing his eyes were focused on her, as he wanted to mesmerize her beauty before leaving, she slowly let her fingers trail down her chest, slowly undoing each button, one by one after each other.

“Was sleeping even in your plans?” He asks and she simply smiles. It seemed that they were both already on the same page, without a method to the madness announced.

“Is there a problem with that?” She questions and he shakes his head no.

“Why didn’t you do this sooner?” The only thing that was flooding through his mind as he mentioned the words – time. Glancing at the clock behind her, it seemed that in the flip of some hours and minutes, he’d be on the plane and off to Canada for the week.

“Cause I wasn’t sure whether you wanted to celebrate by cuddling, or otherwise.” He knew that explanation was a load of crap since they both knew their ways.

“I think you know the answer to that as soon as you stated it.” She laughs, shaking her head as the answer was obvious. Was there any other way to celebrate an engagement?

“So what are you going to do now that I held out for awhile?” He contemplated the ideas, but knew that none of them would be fair for the situation because for that night, all that mattered was each other and love. “Besides, I may want to go get some cake instead.” She then goes to leave the bed, though he grabs her hand, causing her to lock eyes with his. There was no way that he was being stood up in this moment for cake.

“Now now, it’s not nice to be a tease, Ms. Blaney.” She then chuckles as she sees the playfulness in his eyes.

“Now now, it’s not nice to drop a ring on a girl’s finger and then leave the country.” He could let out a sigh in hearing that response. It certainly made him feel more guilty about how things had come together. However, he couldn’t wait a whole week to ask her later.

“I told you my reasons for doing that. Besides, distance lets the heart grow fonder. It’ll just make things even more sweeter than we reunite.” He then leans towards her, kissing her lips lightly. Perhaps increasing the temptation could distract away from conversation, and more towards action.

“I have heard that before…”

“We can prove it’s true….or not….”

“And if it isn’t?” He then smiles as he looks into her eyes – this was simpler than he thought.

“That’s why I am doing this tonight the way that I am.” He then wraps both arms around her, kissing her lips with even more passion than before. He figured a simple increase in the passion would allow that temptation to easily grow.

“Lance….” She tries to catch her breath afterwards, not believing he amount of passion that she felt. She knew that he loved her and could kiss her lips in a dear fashion, but that wasn’t expected.

“I’ve told you so many times that I love you…” He then kisses her lips once again.

“I just wasn’t expecting that…or this…” He then smiles as he brushes a bit of hair out of her eyes.

“I love you so much. That’s why I asked you to marry me. That’s why I am cuddling here with you. That’s why I kissed you so passionately. That’s why I want to do this tonight….and I want to do it the right way – fair, meaningful, slow, passionately.” He then kisses her lips once again as her hands find their way underneath his shirt, slowly pulling it off. Once the shirt is thrown aside, he wraps his arms around her, kissing her shoulder. She lays her head back slightly, allowing him to work the kisses up her neck, followed by more on the lips. A trail of kisses would certainly be something to hold on while she awaited his return. “I love you, Lance. You’re special to me all the time.”

“Awe you are special to me too…” A twirl finds his eyes as the kisses were all great, but he knew that he wanted to make most of the time that they had before he had to leave.

“Well then let me show you just how special you are…” He then pins her back down against the bed.


“So, you promise to text me as soon as you know when you’re leaving Toronto so I can meet you here?” She asks as they reach the airport in the early hours of the morning.

“I promise,” he tells her, before kissing her lips. “I also promise to text you each day, and call you each night as well. Don’t worry – the week will be done before you think so.” He then gives her one final kiss before heading inside the airport to catch his flight.

Glancing at her ring, she could only help but smile.

It felt nice to be so in love. It felt nice to be engaged. It felt nice to have a sweet moment together before he left.

Taking a deep breath, she knew that the week would probably go faster than her heart felt it would.


The End


Be sure to stay tuned for the sequel “A Season’s Quest”, which will focus on Lance’s second full year in the NASCAR Camping World Truck Series driving for Brad Keselowski Racing, while dating Emma Blaney.


A Proposal – Chapter 6

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Early January 2016

I really hate to let this moment go
Touching your skin, and your hair falling slow
When a goodbye kiss, feels like this

Laying there beside each other, the pair let out a long sigh and smile with a glance towards each other. It felt great to be there together. It felt great to be have woven through the sheets as they did together. It felt even better to be engaged together.

“Happy engagement,” he offers as he takes the ring out of the box, and slips it on her finger.

“Thank you,” she replies as she leans in and kisses his lips afterwards. “It feels amazing to be this close to you. Who knew…” He simply smiles in response as he runs a hand through her hair.

“I figured that I’d make tonight special together before I headed off.” She immediately froze upon hearing those words, as the thought flashed through her mind. How could she forget?

“You’re heading back home for a week….by yourself…” He freezes upon hearing the words out of her mouth. “I honestly totally forgot that we discussed that and you bought the plane tickets. I forgot that it’d be tonight that you’d be going and gone for a whole week.”

“I’m sorry to bring you that realization when we’ve just had this special time together, but that motivated me even more to ask you before I went. I wanted to leave for the week on a real high, and knew that it was the right time to ask you because of how close we’ve gotten.” She shakes her head, understanding. She wasn’t upset with his approach. She was just upset that he was leaving to go to Canada for a week without her in toe. She didn’t want to let go of him.

“It’s fine. I like how you went about it, everything. I think it is perfect. I just forgot and it’s hitting me…” She then lays her head against his chest as he runs his hand through her hair some more. “I don’t want to be away from you. I want to hold you each night. I want to have our close cuddles and discussions. I want to have someone to come home to each night. I don’t want to be by myself for a wee-”

“I told you that you could come with me.” She shook her head no, immediately. She couldn’t leave this coming week. There were times that she could take time off of work, or work away from home, but this wasn’t the case. If she wanted to be with him and Ryan through the NASCAR season, she would need to spend the extra time right now.

“I can’t go away from the boutique right now, Lance. I need to be there as there’s things to get in order, and so that way things work through the seaso-”

“Your mom can handle things at the boutique for the week and you can work on your lapto-”

“I want to make that work, but I can’t okay?” She then takes a deep breath. “There’s a lot to running a business, and some times when you can’t step away. This is one of them as we choose some of our spring styles. I’m sorry.” He totally understood, having found himself in situations where he wanted to do something but couldn’t due to work. He wished that he could do things differently, but knew that this would be only his time to return home for a week before the season started. He didn’t mind being away from his family to race, but there had to be a balance and seeing his family at times.

“I understand. The good news is it’s only one week – seven days – and we can text each other, talk on the phone as much as you want to make it go by easier. It’s not like we’re totally not in contact with each other.” He then kisses her shoulder. “Besides, when I get home, this will all feel that much more special once again.” She then looks up into his eyes as she shakes his head. There was so much more to him than she originally knew.

“Underneath that sweet cowboy charm, there’s a naughty boy who likes to play.” He shrugs his shoulders as he keeps his eyes locked on hers.

“Let’s just say that I have a good play mate and enjoy the playtime that we have.” She then glances over at the plane tickets sitting on the night stand, noticing the bag that was already packed beside it. She realized that he must’ve packed the bag earlier in the day before their date.

“When do you fly out, again?” He had totally forgotten the time, except that it wasn’t far enough away for his comfort in this moment right now.

“Middle of the night, around 3am.” She then lets out a sigh as she pulls herself closer to him, which seemed impossible considering how close they already were. She wraps her arms around him as tightly as she could. That meant that they only had a couple of hours before he had to head to the airport.

“Stay with me till the last minute. Don’t leave early at all.” He shakes his head in agreement as he keeps running his hand through her hair, while holding her close with the other hand.

“I won’t move till the absolute last second.” He then kisses her forehead as they remain cuddled, no urgency to move any time soon.

Don’t you wanna stay here a little while?
Don’t you wanna hold each other tight?

A Proposal – Chapter 5

Thanks for reading and reviewing J Seems his plan was figured out by one of our reviewers before I could even get it out haha Well done!

Warning: Chapter Contains Sex. If you feel uncomfortable reading that, feel free to skip the rest after they begin to take each other’s clothes off.


The pair go into the bedsroom, both flopping back on the bed together. For the time being, Lance had left the bedsroom light on as he glanced into her eyes.

“What are you looking at?” She asks as she looks over at him with a smile of her own.

“You,” he offers before leaning in and kisses her lips lightly. “I’m just admiring how sweet my girl truly is.” She then looks at him in surprise.

“Really?” He shakes his head yes as he wraps an arm around her.

“Absolutely. I’m glad that things have worked out between us, and we’ve been able to get so close together. I’m glad that you’re my girl.” She shakes her head, understanding. Though the entire time thinking back to the photos and how they were there together without much movement, yet, it seemed that something was up. For now, though, she’d go along with whatever he was planning.

“Well, I guess I could say that I’m glad that you’re my guy. I really love you.” Lance just hoped that those two phrases turned into a yes in a matter of minutes when he went forth with the next step in his plan.

“I love you, as well.” She then rolls over closer to him, intertwining her fingers with his. Over the past couple of days, she had been reflecting on their life together thus far. She’d been thinking about the tough moments and how they got through, the fun moments and how much she cared about him, to the sweet moments. She thought about how they continued to go closer, combining to moving into the apartment together earlier that year. She could honestly see them together for a long time based on the signs that she had seen, which seemed hard to believe at times based on where they started.

“Well maybe we can be together for a long time and continue loving each other, with some laughs amongst those times.” Lance felt his confidence growing in hearing her words, wishing that he would’ve blurted out the question already to her. Perhaps he had chosen the wrong way to go about proposing after all.

“Do you really mean that?” She then looks into his eyes, seeing right through everything as she shakes her head yes. She couldn’t wait till he actually said it, but couldn’t figure out which way he was going in going about it.

“Absolutely. I’m on to Lance. Do you think that you could away with all those sweet notes, photos and candles and not have me believe that something was up?” Busted. That was all that he could think about. Perhaps he had been too blunt in how he had gone about his idea for the evening.

“Perhaps I am on to something, and perhaps I am not….” She then rolls her eyes, wishing that he’d get out of the way already.

“Oh come on Lance….” He then lets out a sigh as she moves a little closer, closing the gap between them. She then strokes his cock lightly, as a groan escapes his lips. “Now, are you going to keep me waiting, or are you going to let that thing grow more?”

“Busted.” He then climbs out of the bed, walking back over to the doorway. “I was going to offer to go get some chocolate syrup for some fun, and then flip the lights off to show you this…” He then flips the switch as her eyes immediately fixate on the ceiling. Taped to the ceiling was a series of glow-in-the-dark letter stickers that spelt out I love you more than words can say. Will you marry me, Emma?, surrounded by some glow-in-the-dark star stickers.

“Lance….” She then looks over at him as he shrugs his shoulders. “I’m sorry that I spoiled part of the surprise factor by catching on to your idea, but this is definitely unique and special. I love it.” He smiles as he walks back over to the bed.

“And your answer?” She then looks into his eyes, kissing his lips lightly.

“Yes, I would like to marry you. Yes, I would like to accept your proposal.” He then smiles as he stands up and pulls her real close, taking her in for a long kiss on the lips.

“So, did I go too far in asking this way?” She then laughs as she runs her hands across his shoulders.

“It certainly was unexpected and unique, but I’ve come to expect that with you. It also may not had been the way that I was expecting, but I love nonetheless. You get an A+ on your proposal.” He then smiles as he reaches in his pocket, pulling out a small box. He then slips the ring on to her finger, in which she looks at immediately.

“Stunning, and perfect for me. You did a great job picking it out.” She noticed the pink diamond that was fixated in the middle of the ring, that had a perfect size small silver band to it. Simple, but perfect.

“I may have had some help from Erin, but I’m not supposed to share that she helped.” Emma then chuckles as she watches Lance go over to the dresser and open the drawer. He then pulls one of the condoms out, placing it carefully in his pocket before lying back on the bed with her.

“So, why’d you get that out of the drawer?” He then looks over at her with a smile.

“I figured we had some celebrating to do.”

“I think you may be on to something.”


WARNING: Content below is only for readers over the age of 18, due to the sexual nature. If you’re under the age of 18 or do not wish to read those details, stop reading now and go to the next chapter.


She then pulls him back close, kissing his lips. The pair allow their tongues to match perfectly, as she slips her hands underneath his dress shirt, unbuttoning it and slipping it off his shoulders. He then follows her lead, reaching around to unzip the dress and slip it down off of her body as their lips continue to meet together. “Lance….”

“Emma…babes….” He then brings his lips back to hers once again as he begins to slide her underwear off, while she slips his pants and boxers off at the same time together.

“I can’t wait anymore….” She pleads and he looks into her eyes, wiping a bit of hair out of her eyes.

“Neither can I. I’ve been waiting for this since we got home together…” He then slips the condom on quickly, before sliding himself inside of her.

“Come on Lance…” She then digs her nails into his back a little bit, in which he knows means one thing – she’s desperate, and wanting this as badly as he wanted it at this moment.

“I love you…” He then begins rocking against her, quickening the pace a little bit with each thrust. “Gosh I love you….You feel amazing….” She then wraps her arms tightly around his back, keeping them close, as the pace quickens just that much more. A moan escapes Emma’s lips before she can realize as she allows herself to get lost in the moment.

“Feel so good… perfect…..Damn Lance, you’re good.”

A Proposal – Chapter 4

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“So, was dinner everything that you expected?” Lance asks as he glances back at Emma.


“It was perfect,” she answers as she leans in and grabs a kiss. “Thank you once again. It was the perfect release from a long hard day.” Lance then unlocks the door, glancing back at her.


“I’m glad that you had fun. I thought it’d be perfect. Now, how about we have a nice relaxing night together?” She then smiles as she opens the door and heads inside first. Her jaw immediately drops as she looks around the room.


“Lance?” He then smiles as he follows inside behind her, closing the door.


The afternoon had consisted of Ryan and him decorating the apartment with photos from throughout the relationship, along with some cue cards that included favourite moments that they had between them. Emma glanced from card to photo to card, reading some of the moments and taking in the photos, finding herself in total awe of the memories from the past two years.


Once Lance and Emma had left the restaurant, Lance had sent Ryan a text for him to go by the apartment and put the final piece together. Ryan had laid a series of battery-powered candles throughout the room underneath the balloons that held the photos and cue cards in the air, lighting up the display with a romantic display.


“Lance?” Emma questions once again as she looks back at him.


“I wanted to show you how much I love you and appreciate you,” he tells her before pulling her in and kissing her lips. “We never got to celebrate our anniversary of getting together earlier this year, and I felt bad. You’ve stuck by me throughout this whole season, the highs and the lows, and I wanted to thank you for that. So therefore I came up with this beautiful set-up…with some help, of course.” She then places another kiss on his lips.


“It’s beyond stunning. Thank you so, so, so much. You’re certainly special.” He then glances back to the cue cards and photos, watching her closely as she shifts through them.


“What’s your favourite?” She shook her head as she glanced around at the different images that he had displayed, along with the written cue cards throughout the room.


“I can’t just choose one, Lance. There’s so many throughout the room.” She then moves towards a photo on the wall, smiling as she remembered that day in September a couple years ago. “I remember when you unveiled the truck to me that weekend for Canadian Tire Motorsports Park. I stood there in disbelief in watching how you had put the boutique logo on the tailgate.” He then smiles as he wraps his arms around her and holds her close.


“You deserved it for what you had done for me that weekend. Read the cue card….” Emma then moves closer to the photo, removing the cue card that hung on to the balloon with the photo. She then unfolds it, smiling immediately as she recognized the handwriting.


“I am not the person to give up on dreams easily. You’ve heard that numerous times. However, there was a time that where I so focused on my frustration that I didn’t even think that I could do something. But yet, here you stepped in and helped me. You stood up and told me that I shouldn’t let anything stop me, but yet I should do something about it. You put the pieces in motion for me to do something that I wanted to do…..”


“You can take a couple hundred dollars off of that total already,” Emma states as she walks into the room, placing a couple pieces of paper in front of him. “Consider this my way of helping you in the way that I can.” Lance looks at her confused, before picking up the pieces of paper. He then looks over them, surprise written over his face as to what she had planned.

“Emma, you didn’t have to do this,” he tells her as he looks over at her. “You need these profits to maintain the shop.”

“Business has been really good lately that our profits are higher than what it costs to maintain,” Emma explains, opening her business book up to the accounting pages. “I can afford to give up a week’s profit to help you make this happen.”

“100% positive?” Emma shakes her head yes.

“You just better be there on Monday to help boost sales. If I can help get you at least some of the money, that takes it off your shoulders in all that you’re doing.”

“I love you.” He then leans over and kisses her lips.

“I love you, too.”


“…….That weekend, I was able to accomplish a dream – racing in a NASCAR race for the first time on home turf,” Emma continues reading the cue card. “As I remember, it turned out successfully with a top-five finish, too. However, that part doesn’t matter. The part that mattered was being able to accomplish the dream, being able to do that, and everything that went into it. Thank you so much. I cannot tell you even to this day how grateful I am for that experience. Thank you.” She then looks over at him with a smile. “Awww Lance….”


“I mean every word that I wrote there,” he tells her as he pulls her close and kisses her lips once again. “You are amazing and I am totally grateful for everything. Thank you.” She then glances back at the cue card.


“Can I keep the cue card?” He shakes his ehad yes as he glances around the room.


“Tomorrow, if you want, we can take each of these down and put them in a scrapbook together. It could be our memory scrapbook together.” She then smiles, shaking her head in agreement. It would certainly be a special way to savor this as she didn’t want to let any of these moments go.


“Why do we have to wait till tomorrow to do this?” He then kisses her lips once again as he runs his hands along her lips.


“Tonight is about making this a nice and relaxing night for you after a busy day at the shop. Tonight is about us spending time together and having our own version of fun.” She then leans in and kisses his lips lightly as she runs her hands up underneath his shirt.


“I have no problem with doing that as I can’t resist you at all.” He then smiles as he runs his hands through her hair.


“Face it – you’ve never been able to resist me.” She then laughs as she glances towards one of the photos – the pair cuddling at the apartment on an afternoon, which was meant as the perfect reflection back to their first time together.


“I think we discovered that in one of our first moments together…..”


“Are you okay? Are you sure about this?” He asks and she shakes her head yes as she slips off his shirt.

“When I told you that I was ready for this, I meant it,” she assures him. “I even stuck up for your ass about it in front of my brother so you better make it worth my while.” Lance then looks at her completely surprised by her words.

“If at anytime you don’t feel comfortable, don’t be afraid to tell me,” he tells her. “I won’t be mad at you. I want to do this on your terms.” She shakes her head agreeing as he undoes the button while she reaches for his. She then begins slipping the jeans down his legs, before pulling them right off as he lifts his butt up the couch a little.

“Is it wrong that I’m staring somewhere?” He then chuckles as he slips her pants off. “Do girls normally do…that…their…first…time?”

“Of course, because it’s something new and it’s going inside of them. I don’t blame you for looking.” He then grabs her hand lightly and places it on the waistband of his boxers. “Of course, you’d get a better view if you do something first.”

“This is true.” She then slips his boxers off, slowly, before tossing them with his jeans. He then follows suit in taking her underwear off as the pair lay on the couch naked together. “It feels so good to lay like this with our skin touching together. It just feels…..sweet…romantic….”

“Brings us closer together more than you believed possible?” She shakes her head yes.

“I never thought meeting you that day at the shop or being at New Smyrna with you that we’d get to this.”

“Sometimes you have to take chances and see where life leads you. I took the chance by accepting the contract from Brad and moving down here away from my family. You took the chance on seeing me. Life is about taking chances and having no regrets.”

“You honestly have no regrets?” Lance shrugs his shoulders as there were a couple things that he always thought back on, wishing they were different. “Sometimes I wonder if I did the right thing with opening my own fashion business. Sometimes when sales are down and things are hectic, I wonder if I’ve dug a hole too deep.”

“I can assure that you haven’t as your business is spectacular and you’re doing a great job.”

“Why, thank you. I appreciate that, and you’re doing a great job behind the wheel as well.”

“Well thank you. Now, are you ready for the next step?” She looks at him confidently and shakes her head yes. “That’s great….because I was worried that I went shopping last night for no reason.” He then reaches down to where his jeans were, reaching in the pocket and pulling out a condom. “I don’t want to get you pregnant. Your brother may kill me.” Emma chuckles lightly, knowing that Lance was probably right, as he slips it on himself. “And that whole pull out at the right time theory – don’t trust it. You never know when the right time is.” He then slips up off the couch and holds out her hand before leading her to the bedsroom. He then lays her down with him, before slipping himself slowly inside of her. “If it’s a little tight, that’s natural for the first time. If it hurts though, tell me and I’ll stop.”

“I trust you – stop trying to assure me or make sure that I’m ready.”

“Yes dear.” He then begins to move himself inside of her as a small moan escapes her lips.


“Rather than dreaming back to that moment, why don’t we go make some more magic of our own?” Lance offers with a curious grin as he leads her to the bedsroom.


“I thought you’d never offer….” She retorts as she easily accepts without any objections.

A Proposal – Chapter 3

Thanks for reading and reviewing 🙂 It’s been fun trying to put together a cute, unique proposal for Lance and Emma. However, I think I have this all planned out now.



“EmmaLeigh’s and Mama’s B Bourtique,” Emma says as she picks up the phone. She had been busy helping out customers with their last minute Christmas shopping all day, helping them choose the best outfits for whomever they were buying for. The phone had been going off for the past five minutes and her mom had avoided answering it, leaving her to escape for a minute and answer it herself. “This is Emma Blaney speaking.”


“And how is my sweet dear today?” Lance immediately asks as he kicks his feet up on the couch in their apartment. He knew that he had to relax now if he wanted to play out the rest of the plan for the day. With full permission granted, it was time to go about the proposal.


“Busy, busy, busy. You would not believe the amount of customers that are in here today doing Christmas shopping. I would actually like to get back to them, if you don’t mind.” Lance had to smile at her response. A busy day would certainly have her wanting to relax later that evening, for sure.


“Well then, I better not keep my busy butterfly on the phone then, right? Tell ya what – since you’re having such a busy day, how about we go out to dinner tonight? We’ll hit up your favorite restaurant in town, whatever you choose.” She thought it over, knowing that’d probably be the best idea since she’d be a little later than normal.


“That sounds great.” The simple smile began to grow as he put it together more.


“I’ll pick you up about a half hour after closing time. Pick out a dress that you’ve been wanting to get for yourself and wear it tonight – I’ll pay the price so it doesn’t come out of your pocket.” She then chuckles to herself as she leans back, thinking it over. As she looked across at the one rack, there were a couple different ones that caught her eye the minute that they came in.


“I’ll worry about the cost, you just worry about the dinner tonight. See you later. Bye Lance.” Lance smiles as he gives Ryan the thumbs up across the room.


“Love you. Bye Emma.” Emma then hangs up the phone, letting out a sigh. It was great to have a successful business and see all the people, but it was certainly just a touch too hectic at times during the holidays.


She then clears her throat, before returning to her spot on the floor to continue helping out customers. There were boyfriends that were looking for an outfit for their girlfriend, parents for their kids, aunts and uncles, friends, and even kids for their parents. She always did her best to figure out who they were buying for, and the type of style warranted before looking for the best thing that she could find. If that didn’t work, there was always the gift card suggestion as that covered shopping and making sure the choice wasn’t screwed up.


“Who was that on the phone?” She hears in a small break that she managed, glancing over at her mom. It was nice sharing the store with her mom as it gave them time to spend together, and her mother inspired a lot of her fashion sense.


“It was Lance,” Emma reveals as Lisa works hard on hiding her smile. She knew that Lance was calling at that time, having read the text message about a half hour prior to the call. She heard about the discussion between Lance and Dave, and knew a proposal was shortly coming. “He wanted to ask me to dinner tonight.”


“Did you accept?” Emma shakes her head yes, eyes on her mom curiously. Normally she was quick at answering the phones, but that wasn’t the case today.


“He also told me to pick out a dress and he’d pick me up about a half hour after closing time. Now, mother, did you know that he was going to call?” Lisa then gives her daughter a shocked glance in return.


“What makes you think that I knew?” Lisa needed to know where the suspicion came from.


“You’re normally quick at answering the phones, but yet left the call for me to answer.” Lisa knew that it was odd, and was hoping that Emma didn’t catch on.


“I was busy with customers. I apologize for screwing that up, Emma.” Emma gives her mom a quick pat on the shoulder.


“It’s fine – don’t worry. Things are just a little out of control today, as always.” Emma then heads off, returning back to helping more customers as she dreams about her fun date later that night.




Ryan looks around the apartment, glancing at everything that he and Lance had been up to over the past three hours. He didn’t know how he ended up there, but there he stood in the middle of the apartment helping with decorations for the proposal.


“Please tell me that we did a good job,” Lance requests as Ryan looks back over at him.


“It looks….amazing,” Ryan lets out as he continues to look around shocked. “I’m actually surprised to see this coming from you. You don’t strike me as the romantic type.” Lance chuckles as he fixes one of the pieces that had come out of place a little.


“My ideal romantic would be lying in the back of a truck underneath the stars having snacks and talking about life. I’m just a simple country boy in that regard. But, I love your sister and want to make this special for her since this is an important night. For that reason, I went the extra mile.” Ryan then walks into the bedsroom, double checking that it was set-up right as he looks back at Lance.


“How did you come up with this idea?” Lance shrugs his shoulders. It sort of just came to him in a whim.


“A combination of seeing the writing trick and hearing about those sappy girly romantic movies. I hope I didn’t go overboar-”


“It’s perfect!”




Lance smiles as he watches her come out of the shop, locking the door.


He watches as she spins around to face him, his jaw dropping immediately. His eyes immediately caught the attention of the black dress that brought out every single curve of her body, as well as the flared out black hat that adored her head. He then glanced down at her shoes, taking in the simple black heel that just helped make the dress stand out more.


“You look amazing!” He complements her, pulling her into a hug and kissing her lips. “You just look stunning, actually.” She then smiles as she looks over his appearance in return. She was impressed to see the blue dress shirt to go with the sleek black pants on him as he normally never dressed up.


“You look pretty handsome yourself,” she offers. “Let me guess – are your boots underneath those pants?” He then pulls one of the pant legs up slightly, revealing the black cowboy boot as she laughs. “That figures.”


“Are you ready to go?” She shakes her head yes as they head off together, set for a fun night.



Emma’s dress: