First Love: A Superbundle Boxed Set of Seven New Adult Romances (134 page)

My face flashes hot. I can’t believe it. She was standing there, judging me in the ring with Colt, when she’s got this other guy on the side! With plans to dump Colt!

I back away from the door and hurry to the main ballroom. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know Colt well enough to tell him. If she’s telling the truth, then it will end soon. But if she keeps stringing Colt along, I’ll have to do something.

I’m too anxious to sit at the table. Colt feels too close. I wander out to the entrance, wringing my hands in the black gloves.

The doorman is joking around with the coat-check guy. They straighten up when I wander through.

“Don’t mind me,” I say. “I’m not one of them.”

They are unconvinced and resume their proper positions. It’s so strange to me to be the one they think they should fear. I want to tell them I’m nobody. Really nobody. But instead I go back to the ballroom. I don’t want to ruin their evening.

I head for the bathrooms. One of my eyes is watering, and I’ve probably destroyed Zero’s work.

But when faced with the two doors, I pause. Zero said I would look like a woman to people who expected me to be one. Surely I could go in with the women.

But if one of his friends saw me, I’d blow my cover for Zero with Angel.

I stand before them, unsure. Maybe I shouldn’t do either.

I smell the perfume before I hear any steps.

“Lost?”

It’s Angel. He kicks out his elbows to make his wings pop. “It’s always hard to decide which door, isn’t it?”

He grabs my arm and leads me into the men’s room. I want to dig my heels in but between the narrow dress and the platforms, I’m lucky to stay upright.

Thankfully no one is standing at the bright white urinals. I’m not sure why Angel has dragged me in there. I guess I’ll let him say whatever it is and then I’ll go. I step up to the sinks to check my eyes.

Angel leans on the counter. “How long have you been with Zero?” he asks.

Oh, boy. Talking. I’m not sure how to answer. Zero has never been steady with anyone that I know of. I play it safe. “A while.”

“A while?”

I shrug and pull a paper towel from the dispenser. Angel watches me as I dab my eye.

“Well, he chose well. You’re the prettiest in drag I think I’ve ever seen.” He turns away and I actually feel a little sympathy. He’s really got it bad.

I want to say something, but I can’t. I’ll give myself away.

The door opens, and my panic rises when Colt enters the bathroom.

He looks at us curiously, but when he sees Angel, understanding registers. He gives a little wave. I want to groan. Now he’ll think I’m a guy. So much for any magic moments across a crowded room.

He steps up to one of the urinals, and I’m not sure what to do, where to look. I feel like I’m going to hyperventilate.

Angel fluffs his wig nervously. We catch each other’s eyes in the mirror. Suddenly I have to laugh at how ludicrous the whole thing is. Here I am, totally a girl, totally hooked on the guy who is —

Unzipping his pants.

I can’t do anything weird. Angel will think I’m interested in someone besides Zero.

Colt might look too closely.

I have to get out of here.

But Angel sniffs and pulls away. “Don’t think I’m giving up this easily,” he says. He opens the door with flourish. “I know Zero. I understand him. We have a bond.” He drags out the last word.

I hide my face with the paper towel so I won’t laugh. I will give Angel five seconds to get out of the hallway, then I will escape.

The urinal flushes. God, Colt is going to stand right next to me.

“Rough night?” he asks.

I can’t imagine this ruse can hold for long. We’re right under these bright lights. I take a deep breath and lower the towel. Maybe I can come clean. Say it’s me. Tell him about Brittany.

But his phone buzzes. He pulls it out and frowns.

Even with a quick glance, I can see it’s Brittany. Her blonde hair takes up most of the screen, and the words “CALL NOW” are in all caps.

I drop the towel in the trash.

Colt sticks the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he quickly washes his hands. I can hear the phone ringing. He pauses a second to whisper, “I know you’re not a dude. Way too beautiful.”

And he’s gone.

I laugh out loud. Colt has told me once again that I’m beautiful. And I’m in a men’s bathroom at a drag show dressed as a man pretending to be a woman. The love of my life has just answered the phone for the woman HE supposedly loves. Who is cheating on him.

I don’t think there’s a Facebook status for this.

Chapter Fourteen

I’m nervous in a half-dozen ways when I lock up my apartment on Monday. Zero and I talked about it a thousand times. What to say. What to do. How to act around Colt and Brittany.

There’s also the problem that I took off from work in the rain without explanation. I don’t think Buster will fire me. But if Brittany gets in the way, and Colt doesn’t fight for me, he might.

I’m a wreck.

I turn the corner to the last block, but there’s a mass of people up ahead. I walk a little faster, realizing they are clustering in front of Buster’s Gym. Flashes are popping and a news crew van is blocking one of the lanes.

Fear grips my heart that something might have happened to Colt. But as I push through the crowd, I hear Brittany’s voice. “Isn’t it thrilling?” she asks.

Reporters are firing questions.

“When is the big date?”

“Will The Cure be the best man?”

“Are you planning on children? Will that stall your career?”

It starts to dawn on me what they are asking her. A wedding!

I jostle my way forward until I can see Brittany in an innocent-looking white dress, her arms wrapped around Colt’s elbow. He’s wearing a suit and looks both sheepish and pleased.

“Can we get a picture of the ring?”

Brittany lifts her hand. The sun blazes off a diamond the size of Mt. Everest.

At first I’m paralyzed with shock. Then the fury crashes down.

The hurricane is rising and I have to get out of the crowd. I can’t believe it.

Colt was almost-kissing me just two days ago.

And Brittany was real-kissing some other man.

I back out of the crowd and circle the block to go in the rear staff entrance to the gym. I’m hot with anger and disgust.

I still don’t have any gloves but cross over to the punching bag and go at it anyway.

Blam. Blam. My fists connect with the red vinyl again and again. I hear knuckles popping, and the pain is excruciating. But I keep going. It’s either this or cry. And I don’t cry. Not for messed-up golden boys. Not for lying scheming girlfriends. Not for dead fathers or missing mothers or evil stepmoms or their hell-spawn sons. My life isn’t even worth the tears.

I smash into the bag until I feel spent, then I hit it some more. Finally I collapse to the mat. I sit, curled up, my knees to my chin. The lights aren’t on in here. Everyone must be out front, watching the big happy announcement.

I’m in shadow, but above me, the sun streams through the high windows. It falls in clean lines like heavenly beams onto the fighting ring.

The mesh is bright where the light hits it. I can’t help but stand up again to walk over. It’s like a message, clear as anything I’ve ever been told.

This is where I belong.

I weave my fingers into the sides of the cage, holding on with shaking arms.

I don’t know if I have any skill. Everything Colt said might have been a lie. But if what Zero says is true, that fighting is about heart, then maybe I have something. Because if I can roll all this anger into a punch, I don’t think anyone can stop me.

The accordion door opens, and Brittany steps into the room. She’s changed out of her white dress into a T-shirt and shorts.

When I turn to her, I see red. She thinks she’s so clever, stringing along some guy and Colt too. There might even be others. I’ve hated a lot of people in this life, but right now, I hate her the most.

“Looking for your secret admirer?” she says as she approaches the ring. “I think I’ve gotten him a little — tied up.”

That’s it. I don’t talk. I don’t think. I just let go of that cage and head straight for her.

Her pretty blue eyes go all wide when I throw the first punch. But she’s a fighter, a real one, and dodges me easily.

She circles back around, stepping away from the benches to a clear space. “You sure you want to do this? I’m a trained fighter. You’re a gym rat.”

“I’ve seen your fights,” I say. “And you suck.”

I lunge for her again, but she’s quick. I feel like a turtle circling around.

“I’m still better than you,” she says.

“You know what I think?” I don’t even know where this is coming from. It’s like someone else is talking. “I think you wouldn’t even have a career if it wasn’t for Colt.”

This stops her dead. She drops her hands, and that’s when I know I’ve nailed it. She can’t leave Colt. Nobody would even give her a match if not for him.

And now she’s going to marry him?

I lunge forward like I’m going to throw a punch, but as soon as her eyes go to my hands, I turn and deliver a hard side kick to her gut.

She doesn’t see it coming, and this knocks her back for a second. Then there’s blood in her eyes, and she runs straight for me.

I have no idea what fighting style she has. I’ve only seen her one pathetic match. But when she gets on top of me, I know I’m going down. And this one won’t be called off by a ref.

She jumps on me like a crab, and we topple to the mat. I squirm and fight to get out from under her, but she knows what she’s doing. Pretty soon, I’m on my belly, one arm pinned beneath me. She’s got the other one pressed into my back.

Arm lock
, my brain registers, and I know this is bad. But I am not going down easy. I wait for a moment, just breathing beneath her. I know that normally in a fight the match would be over now. But this isn’t a real fight. It’s a brawl.

Just like I expect, she starts to let go, as if the fight is over.

As soon as she starts to move, I flip over and roll right on top of her. Before she even realizes that I’m still fighting, I’ve landed a blow to her jaw.

Which hurts like hell without a glove.

I’m contemplating the pain of this when I’m lifted right off Brittany. Colt has his arms around my stomach.
 

I fight him, trying to break free.

“Hey, hey, calm down.” He keeps me pinned. Even with all my new strength, I’m no match for him.

Brittany sits up, hand on her face. “You were right, Colt. She’s got something.”

The unexpected compliment makes me go still.

Colt lets go. “Are you hurt? Either of you?”

Brittany is standing now. “I have to do this thing,” she says to Colt. “You know I do.”

Colt nods. “I know it.”

I don’t know what they are talking about.

She points at me. “She could ruin everything. For me. And for you.”

He exhales in a long breath. “I know that too.”

Brittany doesn’t look mad anymore. Her voice breaks a little when she says, “You promised me, Colt. You promised me you wouldn’t do this again.”

I’m guessing now she’s talking about me. And him cheating on her. Maybe that’s why she was cheating on him. A heaviness settles in the pit of my stomach.

“Brittany, I’m doing my best here.” Colt’s voice is strained too.

This is my fault. My stupid crush. I jerk away from Colt. I want to run. I want to get out.

But as soon as I take a step away, Colt pulls me in again. “You go on,” he says to Brittany. “I’ll deal with this.”

So he’s going to tell me to go. To save his relationship. I wish the hurricane would come back, make the world disappear in the blinding rage. But I sag instead. So this is what happens when I want something. I should never want anything.

Brittany disappears through the accordion and closes it behind her.

I don’t want Colt to let me go. I feel the solidness of his chest against my back, the strength of his arms. I want to remember what it feels like to be held by someone so amazing, so strong. He seems to know this. He doesn’t let me loose, but pulls me in tighter.

“Turn around,” he says. He wants me to look at him.

I don’t know if I can.

Chapter Fifteen

Colt pulls away from me just a little bit. It’s enough for him to get me to turn.

I’m completely exhausted, and pain pulses in a hundred places. I lean into him, face pressed into his clean white T-shirt. For long seconds we just stand there. His chest rises and falls. I move with him. His heart beats a slow, steady rhythm. Gradually, mine comes down to a normal pace. We breathe together like we did that day by the speed bag.

I know tears are forming in my eyes, and I am so mad. So angry that I finally feel this way and it’s completely wrong. So pissed off that everything has always been against me. Something in this world does not want good things for me.

I know when he’s about to talk, because he draws in a different sort of breath.

“Jo?”

I don’t do anything, don’t answer. I feel paralyzed.

His arms move, his hands coming up around my head. He tugs the ponytail holder from my hair. I feel unmasked. But I let him do it.

His fingers slip through the strands. I shiver from the pleasure of it. He massages my scalp and a warmth spreads from my head down through my body.

He makes this feel so easy, so right. Maybe if he knows about Brittany, it will change things. If he sees who she really is, maybe he’ll know not to marry her.

Maybe he’ll be free.

But I remember him saying, “I’ll deal with this.” Like I’m a problem. Maybe right now he’s calming me down just so he can break my neck, or throw me out, or threaten me into silence.

“About six months ago,” he finally says, “I fell hard for a girl a lot like you.”

I swallow. I didn’t expect this.

“She was fiery. Probably not as raw talented as you. But she had heart.”

I squeeze my eyes shut.

“After — after she left, my work suffered pretty bad.” His voice is different from any of the versions I’ve known, almost broken.