Moto

by M. Never

  “Baby, what happened? Tell me what the hell is wrong.” He hugs me tightly.

  “It’s Dev.”

  “Did something happen to him?” he asks panicked.

  “No. He’s done,” I try to explain.

  “Done? Done with what?”

  “Me.” I break down, sagging in his arms.

  Reese carries me inside as I continue to fall apart. He directs us into the kitchen and plants me on the countertop.

  “Please take a breath and tell me what happened.” He wipes my wet face with his palms. “Does this have something to do with last night?”

  “Yes. He wanted me to choose, and I wouldn’t.”

  “Choose?” He tries like hell to interpret. “Between the two of us?”

  “Yes. He said he couldn’t share anymore. So it was basically all or nothing. But I won’t choose. I love you both. So much.” I ball his shirt in my hands, holding on for dear life.

  “Fucking idiot,” Reese mutters lividly. “Kayla, I need you to calm down. Can you do that for me?” He clutches my face. I shake my head. The pain is just too much.

  “Relax.” He kisses me tenderly, soothingly. “Relax, I’m here, and I’m never leaving you.” He forces me to look him in the eye. “Tell me you believe that.”

  I hesitate, Dev’s warning unforgettable. “Reese is nothing but a heartache waiting to happen. He’s going to hurt you, Kayla. Mark my words. There are things about him you don’t know. Get out while you still can.”

  What if he’s right?

  “Kayla.” Reese jostles me.

  “I do,” I squeak out.

  “Good.” Satisfied, he pulls me into a bear hug. As I rest my head on his chest, emotional exhaustion begins to set in. I sigh deeply, wanting nothing more than to curl up next to Reese and go to sleep.

  “Do you want to lie down?” He senses my surrender.

  I nod.

  We retreat to my small bedroom. It’s been ages since I slept here. I crawl bone-tired onto the bed with Reese right beside me. I lay my head on his chest and draw on his warmth. On his love. Listening to the sound of his erratic heartbeat.

  Reese runs his fingers through my hair, lulling me to sleep.

  I close my eyes, welcoming the slumber.

  I slip out of Kayla’s bed close to ten p.m. I’ve had my mind on one thing the whole night. Actually, I should say one person. I leave her a note ensuring I’ll be back, then drive straight over to my brother’s. He’s a dead man walking for what he’s done.

  It puts last night into perspective, though. He was completely off the wall. Selfish motherfucker. Kayla is devastated, and he’s going to fucking fix it.

  “Dev!” I burst through the door. “Where the fuck are you?”

  I storm through the house until I find him standing on the back deck.

  “What the fuck?” I stomp across the wood and shove him. “You just broke her fucking heart!”

  “I was trying to save her, but she made her choice.” He gets in my face.

  “You forced her hand! She’s fucking loyal! Which is more than I can say for you!” I shout with our noses an inch apart.

  “What are you more upset about, Reese? That I hurt her, or you now have sole responsibility?”

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I spit.

  “It means you don’t have me to push her off on when you leave to traipse across the world or to dump your problems on when they become too much of a headache. Isn’t that why you suggested this whole situation to begin with? So I can pick up your pieces and cover your ass?”

  “No!” I shove him. “Kayla is not some problem! And what you and I have conspiring between us has nothing to do with her!”

  “Doesn’t it? Your decisions, your actions, your life directly affects hers.” He stalks back toward me. “That’s how relationships work, Reese. Why don’t you just put an end to all of our misery, and do the inevitable now.”

  “Which is?” I ask defiantly.

  “Walk away. Leave Kayla and me be, and go commit suicide on the track. You’ll never truly be happy until you push yourself to the point of death.”

  I seethe at my brother. Mainly because he’s right. I did have a death wish, but I don’t anymore. I meant it when I said Kayla changed me. She’ll never know the depths of the transformation. But one day soon, I’ll tell her. I’ll expose everything. She’ll be the only other person besides Dev who’ll know the truth. My truth.

  “I’m not walking away.” I stand my ground. “Not this time, and not from her.”

  Dev glares at me but says nothing.

  “I wish it didn’t have to be like this,” I waver.

  “But it does,” he replies obstinately.

  “You’re a fucking moron!” I lash out. “When the regret sets in, remember you did this to yourself.”

  His blue eyes flash. “I already regret it.”

  I shake my head at my stubborn-ass brother. When did the tables turn? He’s always been the sensible one, and now, I barely even recognize him.

  I leave the house on a mission. If this is how it ends, so be it. I know what needs to be done, and I’m not going to waste a minute.

  I creep back into Kayla’s condo. I hear the shower running as I make my way back upstairs. She’s just turning off the faucet when I walk into her small bathroom. I grab the towel from the rack and wrap her in it as she steps out. She looks weary and tired and melts into my arms as soon I embrace her.

  “I wasn’t sure you were coming back.”

  “I left a note saying I was.” I kiss her hair.

  “I’m in a strange place right now. Everything seems uncertain.”

  I can’t say I know what it’s like to have my heart broken, but I do understand what it feels like to hurt, and Kayla is in so much pain, it’s palpable.

  I lean against the bathroom counter and pull her against me. The room is still steaming and the faint smell of her coconut shampoo is lingering in the air.

  “You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Dev may be stupid enough to walk away from the best thing that’s ever happened to us, but I’m not. Fuck him and fuck this place. We don’t need any of it.”

  Kayla hangs on my every word wide-eyed, trying to decipher exactly what it is I’m trying to say. I take a deep breath because here it comes.

  “Marry me.” I clutch her face. “Leave the land that time forgot and travel the world with me. Be by my side. It’s what I want. It’s what I’ve always wanted.”

  Kayla stands there gaping. I know my proposal is abrupt, but it’s what I want. And if there’s one thing about me, I always go after what I want.

  “Reese, I can’t just up and leave. I have a job and house and bills to pay.”

  “Kayla, I’ll take care of it. All of it.”

  “I’m not a charity case, Reese.” She becomes defensive.

  “I know you’re not. You’re the woman I want to be my wife. Isn’t that what couples do? Share their livelihood? What’s the point of having fame and fortune if I can’t share it with the people I love? I’ve been alone for so long. I’m ready for this. For us.”

  The expression on Kayla’s face is one filled with trepidation. I know I just dumped a shitload on her. Marriage, leaving her home, her job, her family. But life is short, and if you don’t strike while the iron’s hot, you can miss a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. And this is one opportunity I refuse to pass up.

  “I don’t know what to say.” She’s clearly shocked.

  “Say yes.” I shake her lightly. “Take a risk. Jump without looking. I promise I’ll catch you.”

  Kayla deliberates for a long while. A very long while, just standing in my arms with heavy wet hair and her body wrapped in only a towel.

  She closes her eyes and inhales, causing my heart to stop. Doubt suddenly pours over me. What if her sense outweighs my impulsiveness? What if one man isn’t enough?

  Kayla opens her eyes, the flecks of gold piercing through her brown irises. Her gaze i
s heavy—unreadable. I hold my breath.

  “Yes.”

  My life had transformed in a matter of days. A week ago, I was in the States, giving notice at my job and packing for an extended trip. Today, I’m on Reese’s arm, standing in a lavish ballroom, wearing a red cocktail dress, having a conversation with an Italian megastar whose name eludes me at the moment. I’ve met so many new people in such a short amount of time, it feels like my head is spinning. I plaster on a smile as Reese and the charismatic man discuss topics beyond my comprehension. But I guess I’ll learn. At least, I’m trying. Being catapulted into Reese’s world has opened my eyes dramatically. In the U.S., he’s popular. In Europe, he’s revered as a god. Racing is like a religion, and the people occupying this room are deities.

  I continue to smile and nod as the handsome, olive-skinned man throws amicable digs at Reese in this thick Italian accent.

  “ . . . And I say . . . What is this? The Phantom. He smile. He never smile.” He laughs. “And now, I know. It’s you.” He addresses me. “You cause . . . How you say? Shit-eating American?”

  Reese shoves the man good-naturedly. “Shit-eating grin. The expression is shit-eating grin.”

  “I still no understand.” He speaks with his hands. “Why would you eat shit and grin?”

  The three of us simultaneously crack up. He has a point.

  “Vanni!” someone calls from across the room. That’s it! Giovanni is his name. I file it away for next time.

  Vanni waves in acknowledgment.

  “I must go, bella.” He kisses my hand. I don’t think a man has ever kissed my hand. “It was a pleasure. Keep making him eat shit.” He winks and gestures at Reese.

  I giggle. “Promise.”

  “Amico.” He slaps Reese on the back and walks away. Most of the people in this room are from a foreign country. Well, foreign to Reese and me. Only a handful of Americans are in our presence. The majority of the conversations I overhear are in different languages. Being surrounded by so much culture is an enlightening experience.

  Reese’s flashy life is so distracting; I nearly forget about the pain. But it always creeps back up on me. Losing Dev. The wound is still bloody and fresh, but I remind myself this is what he wanted. He walked away.

  I would have loved them both for the rest of my life.

  I refused to choose, so he did it for me.

  I go to fiddle with my necklace, the diamond butterfly Dev gave me for Christmas, but when I touch my throat, it isn’t there. I never took it off before, but when Dev decided he’d had enough, and Reese proposed, I decided it was time to retire it. I left it in my condo along with any other reminders of him. But no matter how hard I try to forget, one look at Reese can awaken the memories. Though their personalities are different, their facial features are exactly the same. I’m living in a sweet hell. Loving one man unconditionally, while resenting his twin at the exact same time.

  Reese hasn’t brought up the marriage proposal since we arrived in Argentina. He sounded like he was serious, but I wonder now if he’s having second thoughts.

  “Want to get some air?” Reese asks as he grabs two glasses of champagne off a silver tray as a waiter walks by.

  I nod. Air sounds great. We make our way out the French doors to the large balcony overlooking the resort’s magnificent pool, the turquoise water glowing brightly under the dark night sky.

  “Doing okay?” Reese asks, sidling up beside me.

  “It’s a little overwhelming,” I admit.

  “You’ll get used to it. It’s an adjustment.”

  I nod, downing the champagne hastily. “I’m doing my best.”

  “You’re doing fantastic. Everyone loves you.” He steals a kiss.

  “I’m glad I’m not spoiling your image,” I half joke.

  “Kayla, please. In that dress, you couldn’t spoil a damn thing.”

  “So you do like it.” I ruffle the hem. “I was wondering. You didn’t comment when I put it on.”

  “I love it, but it’s missing something.”

  “What?” I frown. I spent all day shopping for this dress. I thought the elegant yet sexy beaded slip dress was perfect.

  “Close your eyes.”

  I hesitate.

  “Go on, close them,” Reese encourages.

  “Fine.” I drop my lids.

  “Okay, open them.” I flutter them open to find he’s holding out both hands. Fists closed. “Pick one.”

  I eye him speculatively, deliberating which one to choose.

  “You better pick right. You only get once chance,” he warns, looking delicious in a crisp white dress shirt and black pants, a watch the size of Mars shining on his wrist. “C’mon, I can’t hold my arms up all day.”

  “Ugh, I hate being rushed.” I choose the right hand prematurely.

  “You sure?” he questions impishly.

  “No. But that’s the hand I picked.”

  Reese smiles, turning his fist over. I inspect what’s resting in his palm.

  “Go ahead take it.”

  I pick up the coiled silver chain and dangle the necklace between us.

  “Is that . . . ?” I study the charm.

  “A heartbeat. Well, a replica of my heartbeat from the monitor. When I was in the hospital.”

  “How . . . ?”

  He shrugs. “I was bored and took a video of it one day.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yes,” he admits. “Anyway, it’s been sitting on my phone for ages, and I wanted to make you something special. Something one of a kind. And I came across this website that made these necklaces. I thought it was perfect.” Reese clasps the chain around my neck without needing me to turn around. I touch the diamond squiggles, my emotions teeming.

  “It’s definitely one of a kind.”

  “Just like you.” He kisses me softly. “Every beat of my heart belongs to you. And now, the whole world knows it, too.” He presses his finger on the necklace.

  Jesus, this man. He knows just how to destroy me.

  “I love it. Thank you.” My response is breathy, laced with adoration.

  “You’re welcome.” He drops another kiss on my lips. “Do you want to know what’s in my other hand?”

  “I don’t know. Do I?” I ask suspiciously.

  “Open it and find out the answer to your own question.” He places his closed fist directly in front of me. I have to pry his fingers open, and when I finally do, I gasp.

  “Is that what I think it is?”

  “Yup.” He raises my left hand and the ring at the same time. “I asked you to marry me, and you said yes. I’m making good on our agreement.” He slips the enormous diamond ring on my finger, and I petrify. I stare at the square stone in awe. It’s absolutely stunning and feels surprisingly perfect. I don’t mean by the way that it fits either—I mean by the emotion it evokes. A sense of harmony and fulfillment. Completion.

  It’s so much, so fast.

  “Think I need more champagne.” I laugh, overwhelmed.

  “So let’s steal a bottle and go back to our room.” He slides his hand up my thigh dragging the hem of my dress with it. “I’ve been dying to get at you all night. Those heels are driving me crazy.”

  “Reese.” I grab his wrist as he grabs my ass. I don’t want him giving the entire party a show. “About that. How do you think you say condom in Spanish?”

  “Condom?” He curls his lip. “Since when do we use condoms?”

  “Since I took my last birth control pill before we left and realized I didn’t have another pack.”

  I was in such a rush and such an emotional wreck when I packed, the last thing on my mind was refilling my prescription.

  Reese ponders our predicament thoroughly. “Fuck it. We get pregnant, we get pregnant. I don’t have an issue with it.”

  “Excuse me?” My jaw drops.

  “Kayla, we’re getting married. We’re bound to have children eventually. What’s the difference if it’s sooner rather than later? I wa
s thinking we could get married next month while we’re in France. Le Mans is a spectacular city. It would be unforgettable.”

  “Next month?” I nearly fall over. “Don’t you think that’s moving a little fast?”

  Reese’s face lights up with a cocky smile. “Baby, don’t you know by now? I do everything fast. Well . . . ,” he backpedals. “Almost everything.”

  “I think I definitely need more champagne.” I swallow the rest of my glass in one gulp.

  “Don’t stress, baby.” Reese runs his hands over my hips. “What’s that saying? All we need is love?”

  “I think that’s a Beatles song.” I correct him.

  “Well, regardless. It’s true. As long as we have each other and an abundance of love, we can handle whatever or whoever comes our way.”

  I’m utterly flabbergasted. When we left the hotel room, the last thing I ever thought we’d be talking about is kids and how much Reese is in favor of having them.

  “I . . . ,” I bat my eyelashes dumbfounded.

  “You . . . ,” he attempts to draw out my response, “ . . . are all about getting married next month and making a baby?”

  “I’m all about more champagne.”

  “Kayla!” He tickles me.

  “Reese!” I squeal, pushing him away. “Are you sure this is what you really want?” I ask in all seriousness.

  “It’s more than want. It’s need.” He grips my sides. “I need you.”

  This is crazy. It’s so fast, but I can’t resist him. Or deny him. The thought of carrying his child makes me giddy.

  “Okay,” I eagerly agree.

  “Okay?” He raises his eyebrows.

  “Yes. Okay. Let’s do it. Let’s get married, and let the chips fall where they may,” I allude to conception.

  “Really?” It’s Reese’s turn to be shocked.

  “Having second thoughts?”

  “Hell, no. I’m trying to decide which position I want to impregnate you in.”

  “Oh, Jesus,” I snicker. “There’s going to be alcohol, right?”

  “If you want.” He pulls me into his arms. “I’ll pour it all over you, and then lick it off.”

  “Mmm. What are we waiting for then?” I slide my arms around his neck.