SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance)(106)
Not only were almost all the riders from this year’s season in attendance, so were past heroes like Mick Doohan, Wayne Gardner, Carl Fogarty, Colin Edwards, and even Eddie Lawson. Their names didn’t mean much to me, but from the way James talked about them, they were clearly a bunch of big deals. Marc Márquez and sweet Sam from Dunlop were at the top table with us, as was the irrepressible little Italian, nine times world champion, Valentino Rossi who, despite his thick accent and having had a few drinks, had taken over compere duties.
It was only me who looked for someone else. I saw Blake—who I invited without telling James—shuffling about on the fringes of the party with his wife, who looked far too pretty to be with a slime ball like him. He was shunned by most of the other guests because, though what he did had not been officially recognized as malicious, word had leaked out and it was a shitty thing to do to another rider. Eventually, I spotted Suzi, too. It had taken some arranging, but she was there as the date of one of the lower level riders. She wore a tight, short, blue-sequined number. Good. I wanted her to look fabulous.
Valentino had been reading tribute cards from people throughout the industry, many of them rude or insulting in a good humored way, and all of them embarrassing James to some extent. Those, coupled with Rossi’s own stories about James’s escapades, all delivered in his over the top accent, had the crowd in stitches.
Finally, he introduced a film reel we’d created, documenting his racing history with pictures and footage. It was projected on a huge screen behind the main table, and I saw James watching from behind his hands, totally mortified by all the fuss made over him.
Then it happened. Near the end of the footage, it suddenly appeared as if the tape had been chewed up. The screen went blank for a second, to groans and boos from the audience, when suddenly, there was a new film on the screen. It was shaky and a little blurred, but you could make out Blake in the back of a car, looking sweaty and gross from the race, and Suzi deliberately putting her head in his lap before bobbing up and down, then reappearing and wiping her mouth.
The screen went black again, and the room sat in stunned silence. Then, there was a slow clap. I looked around and saw James managing to applaud the two lovebirds on the film with his arm still in a sling, a huge and amused smile on his face.
Mrs. Blake stood quickly, threw her glass of champagne over her husband, shouted at him, threw his drink over him, too, then stormed off. Blake paled as he looked around the room, then ran after her to the sound of laughter and thunderous applause. I looked around because I wanted to see the look on Suzi’s face. I couldn’t find her, but a sudden commotion beside me drew my attention. Suzi was running impressively in her heels, screaming swear words as she charged straight at me.
I managed to react in time, getting out of my chair and stepping deftly to one side. She turned and lunged at me again, but I blocked her arms and my fist cracked her squarely on the jaw, putting her down. It happened so fast, none of the racers standing around, in spite of their lightning reflexes, had time to move.
James was instantly by my side, though.
“What the fuck was that? Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded and let him put his arm around me.
Marc picked Suzi up and carried her away with a couple of other guys helping him when she started to lash out and kick. Valentino didn’t miss a beat, quickly presenting me to the crowd as the “Fantastic Ms. Spence, boxing champion of the world!” to laughter and applause.
Sam laid a comforting hand on my shoulder, while James looked me in the eye.
“I can’t believe you did that.” He grinned with unrestrained delight. “There was no need.”
“Maybe not to you,” I told him.
And, as I stared into his handsome face and his deep blue eyes, I knew I was not going to regret choosing him. I knew I was not going to regret facing my fear of commitment. Then, as he laid a gentle, loving hand on my stomach, I knew we were going to be happy together. All three of us.
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