Grandma had other plans, though Kacey was still waiting to hear why Grandma was trying to pull one over on the family.
And Travis, well, Travis thought it was all a hoax and was still worried that his Grandma would keel over at any minute.
As if she didn’t have enough stress in her life, when they arrived home Jake pulled up and hopped out of his car, looking far too pleased to be coming away from such a boring brunch.
“Hey, baby.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her across the mouth.
Immediately she slapped him. “You kiss your whores with that mouth!”
Seriously, she hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
Travis gave a low whistle behind her.
“What the hell, Kacey? Is that the kind of greeting you want to give your fiancé?” He gave her an innocent smile.
“You bastard!” She raised her hand again, but Travis pulled her away before she could do any damage to his face.
“What the hell kind of lines has he been feeding you?” Jake lunged towards Travis, but Kacey stood between them.
“Nothing, he said nothing. You, however, have said everything that needs to be said without opening your sorry mouth.”
“I’m confused.” Jake held up his hands in defeat.
“You reek of skank. Geez, you promised, Jake. You said this was for Grandma, that you could do anything for a weekend. Really? What are your parents going to say when you march into that house smelling like cheap Dolce and Gabana knockoff? Hmm?”
“It was D&G. I would know,” he corrected, pulling off his jacket and swinging it over his shoulder. Kacey lunged again.
Travis grabbed her. She turned around and gave him a glare that said Just let me kill him!
Jake stopped in his tracks. “I don’t see what the big deal is anyway. I have my fun, you two have your fun. Everyone wins. My parents think we’re getting married, Grandma finally has you home, though it’s ridiculous that you’d be that important. I mean it’s been years and now she wants to see you? Look, all that matters is that by all appearances, I’m grown up, you’re reunited, and we’ll be engaged in marital bliss soon.” He shrugged and walked off.
“Selfish bastard,” Travis mumbled under his breath.
“I want to scratch his eyes out.” Kacey felt herself flush with anger.
“Yeah, you and every girl he’s ever slept with.”
Kacey felt herself tense and then blush, the heat spreading across her face and down her neck until finally she couldn’t take it anymore. Her lip trembled just slightly, and she began walking purposefully toward the house, but Travis pulled her arm back and pushed her through the doorway nearest the garage.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m fine.” Kacey’s legs suddenly felt weak.
“You’re not fine, Kace. You’re shaking. What aren’t you telling me?”
Oh, just about everything, she wanted to say.
Defeated, she just hung her head and remained silent.
Travis cursed. “Fine, don’t tell me, but I’m here, if you ever want to talk.” He began walking away then turned around. “Listen, Kace, I don’t know what happened between you two. I know it’s none of my business, but it had to have been bad for you guys to have such a falling out. Promise me you’ll talk to someone, even if it’s not me.”
She would do no such thing, but she nodded her head anyway. Nobody knew. Well, except her one girlfriend, but her parents died thinking Kacey was eventually going to be marrying into the Titus family.
God, it felt like the ultimate letdown.
Her parents were so proud of her going to school, and they loved Jake like a son. They always joked about taking family vacations together and spending all the holidays baking cookies.
What do you do when the life you thought you were supposed to have is stolen from you? What do you do when it’s your fault and you can’t even tell anyone the reason why? What do you do when the one person that caused you the most pain in your entire life is suddenly offering you everything you’ve ever wanted on a silver platter? She was facing the ultimate in golden handcuffs, because she knew Jake possibly better than anyone. It wouldn’t take much to convince him to truly marry her. His parents would see to that, especially if he broke things off.
What was she doing? Did she really want to be with a guy who couldn’t keep it in his pants?
Her hands were still shaking from the encounter.
It was too real. Smelling a foreign perfume on him had successfully transferred her into the past. When she’d seen him the first time after their night together.
He’d been wearing a worn Abercrombie sweatshirt and tattered jeans. He’d looked gorgeous.
When their eyes had met, he’d smiled and walked up to her. Within minutes they’d hugged, but he hadn’t smelled like Jake.
He’d smelled like another girl, and then someone had appeared at his side and asked if he was ready to go. Another girl, a beautiful girl. She’d squeezed his butt and they’d walked off.
So started the first day of the rest of her life.
Lost in thought, she walked into the house where the family was, no doubt, planning her future marital bliss and nearly tripped over Jake, who was lying on the floor yelling.
“What happened?”
Jake was cursing up a storm, his mother was fighting a losing battle with the wine cork — no doubt trying to drown her sorrows, and his dad was trying to put ice on Jake’s eye.
Grandma Nadine was smirking, and Travis was clenching his fist.
All in all, a normal scene for the Titus house.
“He ran into the wall,” Travis said simply.
“A wall did that?” Kacey pointed at Jake’s eye. It was puffy and already starting to change colors.
“It was a big wall.” Jake moaned from the floor. “Damn wall. I hate walls.”
Travis smirked, and Grandma Nadine began to choke and fan her face.
“Okay.” Kacey wasn’t really sure what to do next, so she crouched down at eye level with Jake. Taking the ice from his father, she slapped it onto his eye as hard as possible.
Bets gasped while Grandma Nadine burst into laughter.
“Sorry,” Kacey said sweetly. “It slipped.”
Jake glared, but said nothing.
“Can we have a minute alone?” she asked.
Slowly the family trickled out of the room, leaving them alone. Kacey leaned in, wanting to whisper so nobody could hear her, just in case they were waiting to hear fighting from the kitchen.
“Never again, Jake.”
He opened his mouth to speak.
“No.” Kacey shook her head. “No, you don’t get to talk. You get to listen. Difficult task for you I’m sure, but try.”
He nodded once.
“If I’m here doing this giant favor for you, then you better learn some self-control. You can’t run around sleeping with your skanks and expect not to get caught. Cameras are everywhere, and one of these days you’re going to get careless. Do you honestly think those girls care for you anyway? I guarantee they want nothing but your money, status, and hot body. If you don’t stop grinning, I’m going to slap you.”
He swallowed convulsively and stopped smiling.
“I know it’s important to you to have your parents’ approval. And I can even respect that underneath all that selfishness you want what’s best for the company. I think I, of all people, understand that, but you can do all those things without manipulating people you love. After this weekend, I’m done. Just know that I’m done.”
Shaking, she rose to her feet.
Jake reached out and grasped her wrist. “Kace.” His eyes were uncertain, and he cursed under his breath. “I messed up.”
“Story of your life.”
He gave a half-smile. “Only when it comes to women I care about.”
Kacey believed that. She shook her head and began to walk away.
“I loved you, you know.”
She stopped in her tracks, her heart pounding out of her chest. Kacey took a few soothing breaths, then turned to face him, the man she had loved for so many years. No longer her childhood friend, but a selfish man who thought only of pleasure. “I loved you too, Jake. But this, the man you are now, not so much.”
With that, she walked out of the kitchen, directly into Travis who actually had been eavesdropping.
Funny, she expected it of Grandma, not her nemesis.
“So, that was a special moment.” He tensed and ran his fingers through his hair.
“You punched him.”
He stuffed his hands in his pockets, and his curly hair fell across his forehead. “I did.”
“How’d it feel?” Kacey wanted to know.
“Not as good as I thought.”
Kacey laughed and slapped him playfully on the shoulder. “Maybe next time let me fight my own battles?”
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
Panic crossed Travis’s face, as he looked out the window then back at her. “I said no. Why do you get to have all the fun anyway? I think I have just as many reasons for wanting to punch my brother.”
“Like what?”
****
Travis froze. Should he tell her? Should he say it? Golden opportunities don’t always present themselves. He opened his mouth to speak just as Grandma came sauntering in.
“Oh honey girl, don’t you know?”
Oh no. Oh, God. No, no, no.
“Travis, here…” She pinched his cheek, kill him now. “…had the biggest crush on you when you were little! Why do you think he was so insistent on playing house even if he had to be the dog? Why, it was precious. I remember when you had your sixteenth birthday party and your date didn’t show, he—”
“Grandma!” Travis shrieked. “Really, let’s not exaggerate my boyhood crush. Plus, I’m guessing Kacey already knew, what with the ponytail pulling and rock throwing.”
He hoped she at least suspected.
Kacey’s mouth was slightly ajar, her eyes focused on the two of them as if inspecting them. “You’re telling me…”
Oh, God.
She approached both of them, still squinting. “…That he put me through hell because he liked me?”
He gulped. Somehow he saw this happening differently in his head. He would confess his love, and they’d laugh about how silly it was and make love on the kitchen floor.
One by one he watched his daydreams shatter as Kacey advanced toward him. “You told the entire fifth grade class that I peed my pants during recess!”
Yes, yes he had.
“You hid a spider in my lunch box, and when I cried you told everyone the reason I was crying was because my mom left the crust on my sandwich.”
“It wasn’t that bad, come on, Kace…”
“I was in high school. And yes, it was that bad. People thought I had some weird crust fetish until I graduated. I found crusts in my locker for an entire year.”
Travis backed up against the counter.
“Oh, look at the time!” Grandma chuckled. “See you later, you two. Now don’t go fighting over things you can’t change!”
Travis mentally pleaded with his grandma to stay. Really, he was on his knees, tears poured down from his face. He began to sweat. And then when she disappeared, he resorted to praying for God’s intervention.