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There's something about a cowboy	By : StormHD Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Trace Adkins Views: 1096 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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-“Now I hope I didn’t scare ya”, said the man and smirked as he tipped his black cowboy hat at her in greeting

-“Ohh hell no, just didn’t expect to see you here. Kinda awkward you know.

He smiled and extended his hand to her. Jean smiled and held out a gloved hand. His grip was firm, yet so warm and inviting as if it could burn through the leather of her glove and get to her skin. It only lasted a few seconds but to her it seemed like an eternity.

-“Trace Adkins”

-“Jean Stone”, spoke the woman then retrieved her hand with a smile

There were a few moments of silence, heavy and weird, but the click of the pump told her that the beast was not fueled up. She snapped out of it. It was not exactly the most polite thing to stare at the man, but it could not be helped. The tight black jeans clad his lower body to perfection, it was as if she could see each muscle in his body, how perfectly built he was, the belt buckle shun in the light, the tight black shirt only hid what might have been the most amazingly fit upper body ever placed on a man. So how the heck was she not going to stare at him. Her hands fumbled with the damn pump as if she was a beginner and never did this before in her life. Once the gas cap was in place and shut she turned to look at him with a smile.
He still stood there. From underneath his cowboy hat he peered at her. For some reason she was a little uncomfortable, seemed to search for a way out, or for words to say to him. He didn’t know what exactly to say to this woman, but he knew that just a brief meeting at a gas station was not going to do. There was something about her, something in the way she carried herself that made him want to learn more.

-“So, I see yer racing that thing”

Jean looked at him and quirked a brow. Now that is something she could talk about. It felt nice and comfortable for her to discuss her vehicle.

-“Yeah, when ever I get the time” she paused for a second “I’m on my way to the track now”

-“Oh really”

Jean looked at him. She wondered if she should ask him to join her. Hell why not? The worst he can do is refuse, no loss there, but if he says yes, then this might turn into a nice night for her, better than expected.

-“Care to come along?” then she quickly glanced at his car “ If she can take it, you can even take her to the track out here” said the woman and motioned towards his Chevelle.

Trace smiled then let out a slight chuckle. Bold, good looking, a don’t mess with me attitude, yet almost like clay when it came to her own feelings. That is what he felt coming from her. But the woman did ask him if he wanted to tag along. After all, what was there to do in northern Indiana. Not to damn much, especially in a small town.

-“Sure, why not. Let me fuel my car up”

-“GREAT”, then she calmed down a little “Great… I’ll pull to the side and wait for you there” said the woman before jumping into her car.

Trace went back to his car and started fueling the damn thing up. When he heard her engine roar he could only smirk at that sound of power. How could such a delicate thing handle so much force? He didn’t know, but he wanted to make it his business to find that out. Her car came to a stop on the side of the station in the small parking lot. Jean took several deep breaths to calm herself down. Could she be THAT lucky? No concert but she gets the man? Well not actually gets him, but gets to spend time one on one with him, away from the array of screaming fans that would have clung to him like Spanish moss to a tree. Hell why even ask? Go with the flow and enjoy it.

-“Hey, ya ready?”, he asked as he pulled up next to her car.

-“Try to keep up cowboy”, said Jean who got very confident. After all it was driving they were talking about, and she was good at that. Very damn good.

They both pulled out of the lot and got onto the street. Trace was smirking to himself as he saw her peel off in front of him, her tires hooking perfectly against the black top. Now that was some fire in that woman. He realized really fast that he had to push his Chevelle in order to keep up with her. He liked this. He felt like a hunter chasing his prey. Sleek and fast, lovely and dangerous. Ohh how he loved the drive, the twists and turns in the road, the dribbling through traffic. It took them less than 3 minutes to reach the Speed way. After paying for the entrance and signing an autograph for the lady in the booth, he once more pulled his car up next to hers in the staging area.
Jean stepped out of her car and almost ignored him. When it came to racing, she was very thorough. She popped the hood and took one more look at her engine, oil and all other little odds and ends, then she moved to each tire and lowered the pressure so that the car would hook better. Once she was done she turned to him.

-“Perdy decent driving you got there Mr, Adkins”

-“Mr. Adkins? Heck where did that come from? Call me Trace” then he smiled only to continue “ I know ya weren’t pushing it anyway”

-“ No I wasn’t, but I can spot a good driver when I see one. So, you gonna race her?”

-“Nah, no point, but I’ll watch you do it”

Jean smiled at the man. She looked around to see who was there that night. The woman hoped that there were not to many of his fans out and about, or this was going to turn into some crazy autograph signing session.

-“Better take her to the main parking lot Trace, this is the staging line” said Jean and motioned for the place where he should put his beast.

-“Alright, I’ll be right back”

She watched him leave. Jean leaned back against her car, sighed, felt strangely happy. It was not to often that she got to experience such a feeling. She was indeed lucky and by god she was going to make the best of this evening. Some of her track buddies came up to her to talk about the latest in technology, to brag about their quarter mile times, ask about what she did to her car lately. Jean answered them patiently, made polite conversation even with those who irritated her beyond words, smiled nicely at those whom she liked every now and again. But all this friendly conversation was going to turn hectic when Trace returned. The moment they realized who he was, friends of their friends came up, asked for autographs, surrounded him with questions, congratulated him about an amazing concert and bragged about who’s the biggest fan and all that meaningless stuff. He was patient with them all. Signed every little piece of paper or business car he got, took pictures with them and thanked them for the support, the fact that they were at the concert.
Trace looked at Jean. She was still there, quiet, behind the mass of people who swarmed around him. Leaning against the fender of her car, her red hair flowing in the wind, her glance lost somewhere as if she was dreaming. The man didn’t know what to make of her attitude. Was she upset by this? Did she feel like she didn’t matter any more? Once the craze calmed down, they took off for their cars and got ready to stage. Not even a second glance was cast towards Jean, perhaps some gossip will arise, and more women will now hate her, even though she could never figure out that feeling. Trace walked back to her. He stood only inches away from her, his legs on each side of hers. His eyes tried to find hers, but she looked away out of instinct.

-“What’s wrong?”

-“I’m sorry Trace, I should have known better than to drag you here, after your concert.”

-“Hey, don’t worry about that. I wanted to come with ya. Sides I always get this sort of thing, not like I can do anything about it.”, said the man and place his hand on her shoulder

-“Yeah well…

-“Well nothing” , he stopped her and squeezed her shoulder a little “ I really don’t mind. I got used to it. It is flattering ya know, but yeah maybe at times it ain the greatest thing ever.” He seemed to sigh “ So, you gonna go there and woop some?”

Jean smiled and placed her gloved hand over his. She felt shivers through her body once more. He was so close to her that it seemed to suck out the air from between them. She wanted to lean into his arms, wanted to feel that powerful embrace, wanted to know if it was as wonderful as she imagined it to be. For some reason she felt the need to be held more than ever. Her silence made him tilt his head and look at her with a questioning glance. Jean smiled at the man, then she pushed herself off of the fender of her car.

-“Yeah, I’ll go woop some”, said the woman “There is a good vintage point right at the start line, I would say go there, but hell, I dunno how many crazy fans are out tonight so… it is yer choice really”

-“Don’t worry about it, I wanna see ya race. Good luck” he said.

Before she could even see this coming, he leaned down and placed a quick kiss on her cheek. After the first few seconds of being dumb struck, Jean smiled and looked up at him with a soft glow in her green eyes. The woman got in her car and took off. He was left standing there, watching her leave once more. His heart skipped a beat when he felt the sweet taste of her skin against her lips. It left him wanting more. A part of him was sitting back, looking at this as if it was the most stupid thing ever, but it felt strangely right. She sure as hell was something else. With each passing moment, he realized this more and more. Unlike other women that came and gone through his life, this one did not enjoy the whole fame, did not get all crazy and excited about fans all over the place or the attention that came with fame. She was so down to earth that it was a little scary. So what? He was going to enjoy this, and he was going to watch her race, he promised he would. With that in mind, he made his way to the start line, on the spectator side. As expected, he was met by more people who wanted to shake hands and talk. Trace did what any good gentleman would, he treated each person with respect, listened to them, smiled and made cute jokes, gave more autographs and took more pictures.

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