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“Can’t what?” I demand.
“Share you!” he shouts, his voice echoing like a sonic boom.
“What?” I’m left shocked.
“I don’t want to share you anymore.” He lays it all out for me. Clear and concise. As sharp as a blade.
“I don’t understand. Then what do you want?”
He grills me hard, and suddenly, I realize. “Oh, you want me to choose?”
“It’s the only way. Last night was a testament. I couldn’t stand seeing you with him. It sent me right off the deep end when I heard you moan his name . . .” He glowers like the memory is excruciating. “When you told him you that you loved him . . .”
“I said I loved both of you,” I painfully remind him.
“I want to be the only one.”
I shake my head, disbelieving. “I don’t know what you want me to say.” Choosing isn’t an option for me. Not when I love them both.
“I want you to say you choose me.” He bangs his chest with a closed fist. “I want you to tell me the last two months changed you the same way they changed me.”
“They did change me. They made me love you more, but they didn’t make me love Reese less. And I can’t choose. I won’t. I love both of you. I’m committed to both of you.”
“How long do you think what the three of us have is going to last?” he snaps, enraged. “The rest of our lives? You going to marry us both? Have both our children?”
I have no response, because I haven’t thought that far into the future, but apparently, Dev has.
“Reese is nothing but a heartache waiting to happen. He’s going to hurt you, Kayla. Mark my words. There are things about him you don’t know. Get out while you still can. Choose me. Right now. And we can start a life together. A rock-solid life with no secrets.”
“Reese doesn’t keep secrets from me.”
“Yes, he does, Kayla. He loves racing more than anything. More than you, and one day, it’ll come between you, or worse, just completely take him away.”
“Why are you trying to poison me with your jealousy?” Angry tears cloud my vision. “Why are you trying to turn me against him? Do you think that’s going to make me choose? It just pisses me off!”
“I’m trying to make you see.” He grabs me by the arms hostilely.
“All I see if a selfish man who proved me right.”
“Proved you right how?”
“I knew you would hurt me, and you have. You are.” Hot tears escape from my eyes, cooling on my face in the cold March wind. “What happened to me being your future?”
“I do want you to be my future.” He shakes me. “I love you more than anything. I’m not trying to hurt you. I just want to be with you. That’s what I envision. You and me. And this is the only way,” he professes.
“No, it’s not.” I argue. “It’s your way! I won’t choose. I love Reese as much as I love you.” His expression morphs into something dark, a harrowing inverse to the amorous features I thrive on.
“So be it then.” He pushes me away. “You just condemned yourself to unimaginable heartbreak.”
“Oh, I think I can imagine it. I’m feeling it now,” I seethe.
Dev steps back, ruin written all over his beautiful features.
“Good-bye, Kayla.”
Those three words utterly destroy me. I feel it; they are final.
“Dev,” I mutter his name, an emotional mess. But he just ignores me and climbs into his car. “Dev!” I scream at him after he shuts the door. The V8 rumbles to life just before he pulls out, leaving me standing there entirely broken.
