Oh, you did like that part? I was actually going to cut that because I wasn’t sure if it worked or not. I guess you guys think so! Next chapter ahead!!!
CHAPTER THRITY-FIVE
Not much longer, both Sally and McQueen headed back into the house. Sally disappeared upstairs and McQueen wandered down the hall in search of her father. He came across an open office study and spotted Jon typing rapidly on a high-tech computer.
McQueen knocked lightly on the door, “Mr. Carrera?”
The Porsche jumped before spinning around to face him. “L-Lighting!” he stammered with surprise.
“Sorry, I’m not interrupting anything am I?”
“Oh, no! Nothing really…” he fibbed.
McQueen could tell he was lying and lifted part of his windshield with doubtfulness.
“Ah, OK, so I was doing something. Tell me; Lightning…do you love my daughter?” Jon asked nervously.
“Yes, sir, I do. More than I’d like to admit actually…but I can’t have Sally thinking I’m too sensitive,” McQueen smiled bashfully.
Jon nodded with understanding, “I hear you. Too sensitive like Justin and she’ll run all over you. Too insensitive like me and she’ll break away. I must say, you’ve struck the perfect balance.”
“Gee, thanks, Mr. Carrera. I never looked at it that way,” McQueen replied.
Jon laughed shortly, “Well, if she got the sex appeal from her mother then where do you think she got the smarts?”
McQueen blinked at Jon’s words with shock but chuckled lowly. He was an odd car but at least he wasn’t afraid to speak the truth.
“But in all seriousness, allow me to apologize, Lightning. I’m sure you’re aware of how I treated my daughter all these years. I thought I was building her a paradise but really I was only burning it. I would be honoured if you would take her tire in marriage.”
“Don’t feel bad, you were only looking out for her. You don’t have to anymore though because I will happily marry her,” McQueen assured the elder car.
“Thank you. And if you really must know what I was doing…I was preparing to notify our extended family about the wedding,” Jon admitted, “But of I may ask; what did you come in here for?”
“Oh! Me? I just came in here to ask you where you’d like me to sleep for the night.”
“Well, where do you normally sleep?” Jon inquired.
“With Sally,” he said before he felt his face flush with embarrassment, “Damn, that sounded wrong…I didn’t mean-,”
Jon laughed, “Calm down, boy, I know what you meant. Just go upstairs and take a left, you’ll find her room there.”
“OK, thanks. Goodnight!” McQueen said bolting from the room.
When he reached the upstairs landing he halted to survey the three doors on his left. He had no idea which was supposed to be Sally’s room, so he took a chance on the closest one. He slowly pushed the door open and to his relief he found Sally parked out on the balcony.
“Sally,” he called as he entered fully into the room.
She backed off the balcony and turned to him, “Hey…what are you doing here?”
“Your dad said I could sleep here.”
“My dad did? So, he’s really going to let me marry you?” Sally asked as excitement rose from her. She had seen a hint in Jon’s eyes earlier that he was warming up to the race car, but to know it was confirmed put her more at ease.
“Sure thing, Sal.” McQueen told her, and it felt so good to hear him call her that again.
“Now, how did you manage to win him over so easily?” she pestered.
“What can I say? I’m irresistible! I know how to work the charms, babe,” McQueen teased and gave her a wink.
“Oh! Is that so?” she tested.
“I could work them on you too if you like,” he said mischievously, rolling closer to her.
She inched forward as well, smiling coyly as she took up the offer, “I’d like that.”
McQueen smiled back affectionately and ever so gently sealed the space between their lips.
<3 At last! But it is bittersweet folks...this means the ending is near. :cry: Thoughts and comments? :slight_smile: