A lot of things had gone through Megyn's mind since that day at the beach when she had met Jack. Most of those things she had no desire to admit and she had done so fairly well until today. Because today the only remembrance she had left of her father had decided to take a major dump on her this morning. Strange noises had come from under her Mustang's hood when she started the car before the engine died all together. Almost every garage she knew had been called, but each and every phonecall had come down to the same thing; she couldn't afford the prices they charged and that was just for the tow away of the Mustang alone.

Megyn perched herself against a shelve behind her, stealing glances of the blonde's nicely shaped backside every now and again; she didn't mind the view he gave her in those dirty jeans every time he bent. But that wasn't why she was currently standing by the car she assumed was his, watching him work on something or another. Megyn let out a sigh, "So can you fix her or not?" She asked, trying to sound like she wasn't begging for a hand out. For the past half hour or so she had tried to explain what her dying engine had sounded like; she was no mechanic by any means, but she had really set her hopes on the blonde.

Jack furrowed his brow while he manually twisted each bolt back in the headlight's unit far enough from them to at least stay in place. Exactly how had she found him again? Had she even mentioned that? He shook his head mentally. It didn't really matter. She was here, asking him questions about a Mustang, a Mustang he hadn't even seen or heard and she expected him to fix the car up apparently.

"I don't know. 'A ploinking and banging sound coming from under the hood'? You gotta give me a little more to go on than that." He mumbled, putting the last bold in it's place before he turned around, his eyes wandering over her body. Even with a little more clothes on she looked great, amazing even, and if he was completely honest with himself, she looked.. Ok, he still shouldn't be that honest with himself. He moved closer to her, probably overstepping his boundaries quite a bit when it came to her personal space, but he just needed to..

"'scuse me." He smiled cheekily at her as his hand reached for the screwdriver on the improvised workbench behind her before he turned back around toward the Evo to continue the task at hand. The distraction was already big enough without him thinking of screwing... the bolts in, that was. He still needed to get the bumper back in place, too, if he wanted to take the Evo out for a spin tonight.

"But you're like a mechanic aren't you?" Megyn said as she picked up one of the tools behind her and played with it in her hand, "Can't you at least take a look?" She asked bored out of her skull from waiting. How long would it take for the blonde to finish up whatever it was he was doing and just listen to her.

Then as if on cue he turned around and her grey eyes fixed on him. The way he looked at her made her entire body flush with warmth, the Mustang forgotten. Her heartbeat took on a nervous pace as Megyn changed her stance to a more upright one when the man came closer. Her head tilted as if by itself to accommodate for the difference in height as she swallowed against her drying throat. O boy it was down to this again. She hadn't forgotten about the beach and how could she.

Megyn deflated then as his hand moved passed her, letting out a soft self conscious laugh to shade her true reaction. She fanned herself as soon as the blonde had his back turned, sure she was looking flustered by now. It was the high temperature in the garage she told herself, but in truth she knew better.

"Yeah, like a mechanic. One that is out of a job and has no decent garage to work in.." He shrugged, finishing the bolts with the screw driver before he turned around once more. He lifted the hem of his shirt up, using the fabric to wipe the sweat from his face. The weather was bloody hot today and the garage lacked any type of A/C, making the place in to an oven even with the doors open. He would have taken his shirt off, but with his current company.. he wasn't sure whether that was such a good idea.

"My brother runs a garage, but.." But what? What was he butting about? He could just send her over there. He was sure Brian would be willing to make a good price for her, but then it would just look like he was shoving her off. Eh, the Mustang's problem shouldn't be that hard to at least locate anyway. He did have his pride when it came to fixing up engines, or cars in general for that matter.. Especially for a girl like her, or just her.. But if he couldn't fix it on the spot with the tools he had, he could always go for the option of the garage then.

"Alright, tell you what. Let me finish the Evo, then I'll grab some shit and I'll drive us to the Mustang to have a look, ok?"

His voice didn't quite reach her anymore after the blonde lifted his shirt. Megyn bit her lip as she found her eyes fix on his exposed abs and the trail of hair that drew her stare downward. She sucked in a breath then, catching herself before he caught her as her eyes raised back up to meet his, "I'm sorry, what?" Megyn managed to get out, only having caught something about running something or another, but she could have been wrong. Her grey eyes widened then; she couldn't be more happy with the blonde's final answer.

"You will?" Megyn asked as she jumped off the shelve she had herself propped on. A light squeal left her as her arms flung around the blonde's neck, "Thank you so much," She said as she pulled in to him, resting her head against his chest. The blonde had no idea how thankful she was; the Mustang meant a lot to her.

It took Megyn a moment longer and an inhale of his scent to realize she had gotten very close to him- of course she was hugging him. Megyn raised her head slowly from the blonde's chest her grey eyes looking up at the man she hardly knew before she let go as a soft blush moved up her cheeks, "Sorry."

If he was surprised when her arms wrapped around his neck and her body pressed against his, he didn't show it. His own hands lifted to move over her back, down to her ass without actually.. touching her, even though the obvious want was there. Damn it if he didn't like the way she felt against him.

"Yeah.. Don't mention it.." He mumbled, smiling as his eyes moved over her face when she pulled away. Was she blushing? Nah, it probably was just the heat in the garage making her very close to looking flustered.. Hell, she had looked flustered at the beach right when she had whacked him, twice, or close twice before he had almost..

"I haven't done anything yet.." And he hadn't, not what he had wanted to anyway. "But this shouldn't take long, couple of minutes give or take." He shrugged while he moved passed her. He grabbed the bumper from the cloth he had safely put it on, easily sliding it back between it's holders on the Evo's front. After securing the bolts both underneath and on top of the bumper within a matter of moments, he closed the hood with a soft thud and removed the jack stands the Evo had been on, his hand trailing almost lovingly over the paint job before he turned back toward Megyn.

"Milady, I believe your chariot awaits." He grinned, moving to open the passenger's door like the true gentleman he was not.

Megyn quickly bit her lip to disguise another blush when the blonde smiled at her. She had no idea why she was becoming more nervous around the man, but she was glad he didn't seem to notice. Megyn sighed a little before she nodded, watching the blonde turn away from her, "Okay," She said as she claimed her original spot back, perching herself against the shelve again. A couple of more boring minutes she could wait, but she would never really understand what it was with boys and their toys.

The blonde was done faster than she thought he would be and Megyn laughed softly at his apparent new found manners, "Well aren't you the gentleman," She said as she walked closer toward the blonde, trailing one finger deliberately light over the arm that held the door open for her. Her face was only inches away from his then as she tilted her head up, "But I believe you're forgetting something, hotshot," She spoke softly with an added hint of tease to her voice as she raised her eyebrows quizzically. Megyn smiled sweetly at the blonde then before she pulled away and lowered herself in to the car.

His eyes followed the finger trailing over his arm until he turned them on her. Her breath brushed over his skin she was so close, so close he'd only need to move in just slightly to press his lips on hers, to get a taste of her like he had wanted at the beach. He leaned forward slowly until his brow furrowed when her words stopped him.. He was forgetting something? What was he forgetting.. Oh fuck, tools! Yeah, those would come in handy, wouldn't they..

"You know.. I do recall me telling you my name, but in case you've forgotten, it's still Jack.." He mumbled, giving her an unamused smile before he turned to grab whatever he could possibly need. Women.. He couldn't live with them, and he couldn't live without..Nah, he was just gonna go with the first.

He pushed her door shut before he moved to the driver's side, dumping the tool box and jack stands on the floor behind his seat before he slipped behind the wheel. The engine roared to life not long after before the Evo rolled out of the garage and on to the street. He glanced briefly at the girl in the seat next to him, she was so different from.. He shook his head. He wasn't going to go there.

"So where am I going..?"

Megyn disguised her laugh by biting on one of her fingernails, her grey eyes following the blonde around the garage. He was a fine specimen if she had to admit, fun to tease too. Megyn watched the blonde put the stuff in the car then before he was sitting next to her, the engine coming to life. The car was different from Mustang in every aspect as she buckled herself in quickly. She had an inkling this wasn't going to be your average ride; she had known a racer or two.

"Is this your navigation?" Megyn asked as her grey eyes lifted up from the screen in the dashboard to look at the blonde. Smiling she bit her lip as she rested her small hand on the one he had on the gearshift before lifting both and using his finger to type in her address, "There you go," She said softly when she was done, lowering the blonde's hand back down on the gear stick. Megyn kept her hand on his a little longer before she rested it back in her own lap. It was only then that some nerves settled in the pit of her stomach; she had just invited the blonde to her own place.