Hey guys… I know it's been a while probably 5 months. Well I can explain. I had this chapter done already but I friends decided to go on my computer and delete the chapters I've already typed so I got really mad at them, since they didn't realize that I didn't back up any of the chapters. Also High School started and I am ready to drop dead. If you have any questions on why I was gone for so long just PM me. I'm going to try and type more chapters today so I can post them like crazy.

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Cammie had never been much for flirting, but there was something about this whole NASCAR thing that was turning her into a completely different women. So she licked those lips he was staring at. "And exclusive contract on these lips?"

"That's right."

"For a whole season?"

The head around her wasn't coming entirely from the sun. She felt overwarm and reminded herself too late that she was toying with a man who'd been voted on of People magazine's hottest 50 bachelors. Her most exciting media appearance had been when her picture appeared in the company newsletter as Employee of the Month.

However, she thought, as she settled a ball cap with Zach's picture and car number on it more firmly on her head, she was a fast learned. She sent him a saucy look. "I'll get back to you on that."

ZACH'S POV

"I could kiss her myself," Joe Solomon, his PR guys, said when Zach introduced them after the race. "She's a natural in front of the camera. Did you see how often the kiss got broadcast and how much fun the sportscasters are having with this?"

"Yep." And the added bonus to all this coverage was knowing that it should be speeding Macey on her honeymoon.

"I can't believe you never brought her to a race before."

"I told you, we just met."

They were hanging out in his motor home enjoying a cold drink and the sweet feeling of victory. Joe said to Cammie, "But you're sticking around for a while, right?"

"For a while, yeah."

"Great. Excellent." He rubbed his hands. "I'm not sure if this thing has legs, but let's see what happens."

What he meant was that Zach's luck needed to stay changed before anybody was going to believe that one kiss from one pretty woman had worked magic.

Zach wasn't thinking about whether it was a fluke or coincidence, or if Cammie was an angel sent to Earth for a sole purpose of helping him win the NASCAR NEXTEL Cup Championship. For one evening, he was kicking back and savoring the fact that his team had won.

"One race at a time, buddy."

CAMMIE'S POV

And then he won again at Dover, finished second at Pocono and held the lead for most of the day at Michigan.

By then he was convinced, his team was convinced, his sponsors were convinced and his fans were convinced.

Cammie Morgan was his lucky charm.

Every time he kissed Cammie before a race, he got a kind of buzz, like a shot of energy that infused him. It seemed to affect his car, too—she was running like a dream. His pit stops were short. He was driving at the top of his ability. Life was amazing.

Of course, there were always subtle adjustments to keep things humming, and there was one obvious correction that needed to be made.

After Michigan, he was booked for a charity golf tournament in Miami. He and Cammie and Joe flew down together and while there he made a change that he thought Cammie, being a woman, would jump all over.

He should have remembered that Cammie rarely reacted the way he expected her to.

"What do you mean you hired me a personal shopper?" Cammie asked when he told her the news, looking deeply offended.

"Gallagher Girl," a nickname he used for her since he found out she went to Gallagher Academy when they played twenty questions. "You're my lucky charm. Joe loves that they're making us into the latest cute couple. You can't be the other half of my cute couple and wear business clothes all the time."

She looked at him, but didn't respond. She was neat as always in a trim skirt the color of compost and a blouse the color of a mushroom he wouldn't trust eating.

"I need you to wear brighter colors, things that look better on TV."

"That show more skin," she said and sniffed. Deciding that if she was suppose to look like a frivolous person, she might as well start acting like one.

Zach's smile was slow and made her feel like an ice cream cone that had ventured too close to the sun. "I didn't say that. NASCAR's a family sport. All I'm asking is that we find you some outfits that are more colorful, more relaxed for the TV."

"Doesn't it bother you that from a handful of on-camera kisses, you and I are suddenly being talked about like we're a big romance?"

"Are you kidding me? If everyone in the NASCAR Series thinks you're my woman, maybe Macey will finally get it through her head that she is married to another man." He looked at her with a crease between his eyebrows. "Why? Does it bother you if everybody thinks we're an item?"

"Bother me? Why should it bother me?"

They were in a luxury townhome that the three of them would be sharing for the two nights they were here. Today had been crazy. They'd breakfast with some old friends of Zach's, Catherine and David. Catherine had soft blond hair and pretty green eyes, and the way her husband looked at her, Cammie could tell they were newlyweds.

After breakfast there'd been a promotional event to attend and there'd been o question that Cammie would go along. In a very short time, Cammie had come to be as much a part of the team as the jackman or the hauler driver. It was exciting and flattering, and she was having more fun than she could have imagined. She was also more relaxed. Maybe she needed this stress leave.

Of course she didn't believe in luck, but so long as she was perceived as bringing it, she was having a blast. For once in her life she was in the spotlight, part of the In Crowd, and it did her battered ego good.

"I was thinking about the folks back home," Zach said.

"I don't want to hurt your feelings, but nobody I know watches NASCAR."

He didn't look a bit offended. In fact, he chuckled. "Honey, I will offer you a money-back guarantee that everybody you know in Chaska, Minnesota, is going to be hearing about this. Racing news has a funny way of going mainstream."

It didn't matter to her if he thought his racing news was a bigger deal than it was. And it was sweet of him to worry about her reputation. Then, the very idea of Josh, Mr. You're Not Exciting Enough, seeing her on TV being kissed by one of NASCAR's finest was all she needed to immediately agree to Zach's proclamation that she needed new clothes.

"Okay," she said imagining Josh and pregnant Dee Dee seeing her living life in the fast lane. "I'll get some new clothes. But I am buying them myself."

"Cammie, you don't want to waste good money on clothes that I need you to wear."

"I won't spend a lot of money," she assured him. "I'm very good at finding treasures on the sales racks."

But he was shaking his head. "Bex is from around these parts, and I'm telling you right now that people talk. And talk spreads and the next thing you know, everyone is saying, 'That Zach, he sure doesn't treat his woman right. What's she doing shopping at the discount store? By the way, where's all his money?'" He threw his hands up in the air like a Bible-thumping preacher. "Drugs? Gambling? Blackmail? Next thing you know, the tabloids are taking a little, itty-bitty bit of dirt and turning it into a mudslide."

She was opening and closing her mouth as if she wanted to say something so he kept on talking, figuring the longer she had to get used to the idea, the less mad she was going to be. He didn't want her buying clothes with her own money, not with her being demoted from her job, and him having more money than he knew what to do with.

"But—"

"I've got my reputation to think of, and it's not just me, it's my team. It's Grant and Joe and the rest. You wouldn't want them being bothered by a bunch of paparazzi all because you didn't like the high-handed way I hired you shopped who knows this town a slight bit better than you or I know it, now would you?"

"But it's chauvinistic for you to buy my clothes."

He tried another tack. "Look, you're doing me a favor. I'd really like it if you'd let me pay for a few clothes that will help you do that favor better."

Indecision was written all over her face. "It feels strange having a man buy my clothes."

"I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't important to the whole team. We've got a great streak happening, and Joe thinks we can get a lot of mileage out of this kissing thing. More airtime for me makes my sponsors real happy." He grimaced. "The way I've been racing lately, anything I can do to make them happy I aim to do. If I win, my whole team gets a bonus. Seems only fair you should get one, too."

"But I didn't change tires or pump gas or—"

"Doesn't matter. You definitely brought something to the team. Those kisses help us win."

It was the most ridiculous notion in the world that one kiss from her would change anything. She was an actuary. She dealt in probability and statistics, not luck. And yet, there was something intoxicating about a man like Zach believing she, boring, mousy, not-exciting-enough- for- Josh- Abrams Cammie Morgan could help him win a race. Today, probability and statistics were banished. Today, she would believe in luck, and maybe a little bit in magic.

She'd snuck a peek at those pictures of her and Zach on big-screen TVs everywhere. He was right, of course; her earth tones wardrobe was perfectly appropriate for her professional life. As the wardrobe of a NASCAR good-luck charm kissing, her clothes definitely lacked style.

"Well, when you put it that way." She glanced at him and said, "All right. I accept."

"Thanks. Be nice to Bex."

"I'm always nice," she informed him.

"Oh an buy something sexy for the dinner tomorrow night after the golf."

"But you said NASCAR is a family sport."

"It is. Tomorrow night, my ex-wife and her poor sap of a husband are joining us for dinner."

"What?"

"That's pretty much what I said when I heard. As Macey pointed out, they bought tickets to help support charity."

"Hah. Ruining my life is not a charity event."

He sent her the grin that transformed his tough-guy scar into a crescent moon. "So, you'll buy something dead sexy for tomorrow?"

"I hope your credit card doesn't have a limit."

"That's the go-to spirit I was looking for."

The personal shopper was five-foot-tall whirlwind of big, curly dark brown hair, incessant gum-chewing mouth and clothing that had Cammie suspecting the woman needed to rethink her career.

Bex was in mid- to late twenties, and her clothing would have looked trashy even without the excess jewelry. She jingled with big earring, big bracelets and a big chain belt around her hips, as though she could enhanced her small stature with huge accessories.

Bex took one look at Cammie's face and burst out laughing. "Don't worry, I get that stunned look all the time. I was brought up in a convent and ever since I got out, I crave color. I won't make you dress like me. But, honey, if you don't mind me saying so, a little color wouldn't hurt you, either. Looks better on TV. Of course, the way Zach looks at you, I don't think he notices what you're wearing."

She waved a slim hand and long pistachio-colored fingernails flashed. Cammie stood there amazed and unable to think of a single thing to say.

Her companion laughed again. "Oh, you'll get used to me. I'm a very oral person. I talk to much. I know it. Can't help it at all." She dug a stick of gum out of a fuchsia purse hanging from a chain. "I'm giving up smoking. The gum's suppose to help, but it just makes me hungry. Chew, chew, chew and you never feel satisfied. So, what colors do you like?"

Good. Now they were getting somewhere. "I had my colors done several years ago. I'm a fall."

Bex made a tsking sound through her gum. "I don't believe in that stuff. What if you like black? You're never supposed to wear black because you're a fall. Besides, Zach was very specific. He wants you in bright colors. He knows what he likes."

"But I'm the one who has to wear these clothes," she reminded the women, trying very hard not to snarl.

"Sure you do. The trick is to find fabulous things that make everybody happy. Well? What are we waiting for? My car's out front."

As Cammie had feared, Bex drove the way she talked, erratically and too fast. Miraculously, they arrived at an upscale shopping district unscathed, and Bex led her straight into a store she'd have passed by on her own.

"I think this shop is for young people."

"What are you? The wreak of the Hatteras?"

"Hesperus," Cammie said quietly. Maybe if she kept talking in a soft voice, Bex would catch on and do it too.

"Whatever."

The small women disappeared into a swirl of colored garments and Cammie found herself following. She wasn't going to buy anything she wouldn't have purchased if alone, she reminded herself.

But there was something downright cunning about Bex. She's flit and chatter and pick words at random, so Cammie was so busy trying to follow her conversation that she found herself being pushed into change rooms with clothes she didn't want and then felt rude not to try them on.

In less than an hour, she knew she'd met her match. Luckily, she was also smart enough to know that she was in the company of a genius. Clothes she would have passed by without a second glance looked much better on her than anything she'd have chosen for herself.

In fact, she became quite enthusiastic as she trailed her fashion mentor's wake. When she went so far as to ask to see a chucky, beaded turquoise necklace because she thought it matched one of the tops they'd bought, Bex gave her a big smile and patted her arm. "You're catching on, hon."

When they returned to the townhouse loaded down with bags, they got a little giggly. Everything was colorful, fun, trendy, and stylish. While her dress for tomorrow's dinner wasn't sexy so much as romantic, in pale primrose with a drapey skirt and a fitted bodice, it made the most of her subtle curves.

Bex said, "Normally, I'd purge your closet at this point, but…" She waved her arms around the impersonal townhome. Foreseeing something like this might happen, Cammie had hidden her overnighter in her bedroom closet.

"I can at least purge that," she said, pointing to the suit Cammie was still wearing. "Then we'll have a drink to celebrate."

"But I—"

"Go on, you look so cute in your new makeup." They'd stopped for a makeover at the MAC counter and now Cammie has her own suitcase of stuff and pictures and instructions on how to use it. She had a paint-by-number face.

"What should I put on?"

"Are you going anywhere tonight?"

"I'm not sure." She'd been so focused on tomorrow, she wasn't certain if any plans had been made for tonight.

"That darling coral sundress with the lace-up sandals is good for pretty much anything."

"Okay." She crossed to the bathroom, dug through bags until she found everything, then pulled on the dress that made her think of citrus fruit. That makeup did make her look brighter and more alive, and somehow younger. Or maybe that was just the excitement of adventure, for whatever she was doing—and she didn't like to think about it too carefully or she felt queasy—this was definitely an adventure.

The only thing that was the same was her hair. She turned her head this way and that watching the brown curls glow in the bathroom light, "Should I get my hair cut?" she yelled through the door.

"No!" came the answer. And it wasn't Bex who answered. It was Zach.

Okay, deep breath, quench foolish flutters. She felt girlish and flirty, and that was so unlike her that she wanted to scramble back into her safe suit. Except that Bex had come in and whisked it away almost as though she'd guessed this might happen.

Well, he was going to see her sometime; she might as well get it over with. She opened the door to two staring faces.

"Oh, honey, you make me proud," said Bex, beaming at her as though she were her daughter trying on a bridal gown.

Zach didn't say anything. He gave a wolf whistle.

Cammie wasn't a troll. She got whistled at by the usual construction guys and drunks on street corners, but she'd never, ever received a wolf whistle from an actual red-blooded, hot, womanizing wolf.

So maybe a little shopping once in a while wasn't such a bad thing.

That's it everyone. I will try and write more. I am in a hurry so I had to wrap this up. I will try and have the next chapter up in the next two weeks but I don't know if I can with school and sports.

Please review they brighten up my day :D

~Kristina