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“Darcy.” He reached out to touch her and she stepped back.
“I asked you one thing, Gage. Just one.” And It had seemed so simple to her. “To put Kylie first. And you didn’t.” She hated the way her voice cracked. “Tell your mom if she doesn’t drop the suit, she will never see Kylie.” She swallowed. “I think you should go.”
“Please, don’t do this,” he said, and she had to look away because he was starting to cry, and Gage didn’t cry. Ever. Not even at Kyle’s funeral.
Darcy put her hand to her heart, to keep it from shattering to the ground. “I told you before, I choose Kylie. I always will.”
Chapter 14
“You going to get up?” Rhett asked, towering over Gage at the gym, sipping from a water bottle. “Because Fancy wants to know when you’re going to return his Biggest Pussy on Earth sash.”
“Fuck you,” Gage said
“Didn’t you hear? I’m engaged. Plus, hormonal agents aren’t my thing. They mope around all day and leave the seat up.”
Gage kicked out his leg, swiping Rhett’s feet out from beneath him and sending him crashing to the gym mat. Water went everywhere.
“The bigger the asshole, the harder the fall,” Gage said, pushing himself up and off the mat while Rhett brushed the water off his pants. Which only managed to make him look like he wet himself.
Damn, that felt good. First time he’d smiled in days. Too bad it was short lived, because the second his lips twitched, he remembered that he had nothing to smile about. Margo wasn’t dropping the lawsuit, Darcy wasn’t returning his calls, and somehow Rhett still got to walk down the fucking aisle at Belle Mont House.
Not that Darcy would be there. She’d explained to Stephanie that, under the circumstances, she would be taking off a few days before the wedding. She and Kylie were flying down to Disneyland for a long girls’ weekend. And, okay, that made him smile.
Tiny would love meeting the princesses and would buy an autograph book for them to sign. He could picture her twirling down Main Street in one of those costumes they sell in the shops there. She’d probably even get Darcy to wear a matching one.
And Darcy would look sexy as hell.
“You going to Friday night dinner this week?” Rhett asked. Grabbing two towels, he tossed one at Gage, who caught it midair. He used the other one to wipe the sweat off his face.
“Nope.”
“You going tomorrow then?”
“Mom isn’t home on Wednesdays. She has her bridge club meetings.”
Rhett looked up from the towel. “I was talking about Darcy’s hearing.”
Darcy.
Even her name brought on an ache so deep Gage had to check his chest to make sure there wasn’t a hole in it. And he knew what Rhett was talking about.
Margo, who admitted she’d just sent the papers as a warning, refused to drop the suit. Claiming that the family lawyer was certain that, although she wouldn’t get custody, it was likely she would be granted some kind of visitation rights. Or at least it might scare Darcy into caving.
That was the hope.
His mom was a fool to think Darcy would cower when it came to Kylie. She would take on the Taliban if it was for someone she loved. Nope, the only thing this harebrained idea of his mother’s would do was cause Darcy to sever all ties with his family.
With him.
“I called and asked if she wanted me there. She didn’t return my call.” She hadn’t returned any of his six dozen calls. “I took that as a big no.”
At this point, he doubted she’d ever talk to him again. She’d built a great life for her and Kylie, then let him in. And what had he done? Brought the reign of his entire family right into her home and tore it to shreds.
Gage and Rhett walked into the locker room. Gage opened his locker and took out his phone, checking to see if he had any messages.
“So then, that’s it?” Rhett asked. “You’re just going to bail?”
Gage slammed his locker. “I’m not bailing. I am respecting her wishes.”
