Tool (A Step-Brother Romance #2)

She's silent for a minute. "I think he might be more relieved than anything, honestly."

I pull her away from me and look at her carefully. "You think there's actually hope for us, then?"

"Like, happily ever after and all that?" she asks. "I don't know if it'll work, Gaige."

"Well, shit, at least no one can say you're not honest." I bristle at her words.

"No," she says. "Let me finish. I don't know what the future holds or anything like that. I don't know if it'll work. But I know that when you find someone that makes you think about the future that way, you have to jump with both feet, and give it a shot."

"You're such a fucking romantic," I say.

Delaney slaps me. "It's not going to be all rainbows and sunshine, you know," she says.

"God, I fucking hope not," I tell her.





Two years later



"Oh my God, Gaige, hurry up!" I yell upstairs. "We're late for the wedding! The limo driver is literally standing outside the front door!"

Gaige walks down the stairs dressed in a tuxedo, looking so hot I swear my panties should be melting off. If I were wearing any panties under this dress. But I'm not, at Gaige's request. It's totally inappropriate, but then Gaige and I were never really all that appropriate, I guess. He gives me that cocky grin of his, and wolf whistles. "Whoa. Look at you."

"Good?" I spin around in the dress, a wine-colored floor length gown with an off the shoulder neckline.

"Great," Gaige says, sliding his hand around my back and dipping me back as he kisses me. I slap him on the arm, and he pulls me back up.

"Don't mess up my hair," I tell him.

"I'm thinking of taking you back upstairs so I can mess up a lot more than your hair," he says. He flicks his tongue over my earlobe and I swat him away.

"You're going to have lipstick all over you, and you know Robyn will kill you," I tell him. "And my father will kill you if you make us late for their wedding because you're debauching me."

In the car, I swat Gaige's hand away again as it roams my dress. "You're terrible."

"Are you naked under that dress?" he asks, his voice low in my ear.

"Yes," I say. "But you have to keep your hands off me until after the wedding." My father is getting remarried. His fiancé is wonderful – she's smart and successful, a corporate litigator. She doesn't take shit from my father – and he's never been happier. And we're late for their wedding, which is in precisely thirty-three minutes.

"Cruel and unusual punishment," he says.

The wedding is beautiful, small and appropriate for my father's third marriage, just family and friends in a church in downtown Dallas. Anja is not invited, obviously, and my mother isn't there. My mother hasn't spoken to any of us since the scandal when Gaige and I first were discovered, even thought the scandal itself faded away pretty quickly. Gaige was able to get back into racing a month later. His string of victories on the track brought him an even larger public following. The scandal still loomed over him somewhat, and even though it was brought up every so often by an over-zealous reporter, Beau and Anja's divorce made it pretty much a moot point.

I hug my father and Robyn before we leave the reception. "I'm so happy for you both," I say, and before I know it, I'm tearing up. "I'm sorry," I sniffle, cursing my hormones for making me cry. "It's just such a beautiful day."

In the limo, Gaige slides his arm around me. "It's nice to see your father so happy."

"The wedding was beautiful," I say. And I feel myself tearing up again.

Gaige cups my chin and studies my face. I flush under his gaze, and I know I need to tell him. I've just been waiting for the right time. "I don't think I've ever seen you tear up so much in one day," he says.

"Gaige, I –" I start, but he interrupts me, kissing me lightly on the lips.

"Wait. I have something to show you."

"I have something I need…" To tell you, I want to finish, but before I can, he's pulling me out of the limo. I almost drop my purse as I walk, but Gaige picks it up and I want to show him what's inside it, but I don't. "Why are we at my father's house?"

"You have to come with me," he says. "No questions."

He holds my hand, and one of the staff nods at us as we walk through the hallway. "Everything is set, Mr. O'Neal."

"What?" I ask. "What's set? What are we doing here?"

"No questions," Gaige says softly. "Just come with me."

He leads me up to the sunroom on the roof, and opens the glass door. The setting sun bathes the entire room in warm pinks and reds. Strings of little white lights hang from the roof and down the sides of the glass walls. The furniture has been cleared away from the middle of the room, everything except for a small table with a white cloth. And a little eggshell blue box in the middle.