Chapter 34
brooks
Week 4 without Izzy.
Kit lays punches into the pads I’m holding in the boxing ring. He’s getting stronger. I might try sparring with him properly soon. Drew waits for his turn, his arms resting on the corner post of the ring as he watches us.
“When do you move into the new pad?” Drew asks.
“Two weeks. Keep going, Kit. He’s talking to me.”
“Fucker,” Kit says breathlessly, landing another punch.
“I’m looking forward to it,” I admit. “Things are changing and I…I guess I feel good about it. I only wish I’d had my shit together when Izzy was here.”
“Have you spoken to her lately?” Drew asks.
“One-two, one-two, Kit. Keep up the pace. I sent her a couple of messages last week. Showed her the view of the apartment and, ah, the new tattoo.”
Kit stops punching and bends forward over his knees, raising a hand in surrender. “Good effort, buddy,” I tell him, patting his back with my pad-covered hand.
“She knows about Alice in Wonderland, huh?” Drew asks.
“Didn’t take much working out.” Kit and I move to the corner of the ring while Drew steps in. “Let’s aim to spar properly next week,” I tell Kit. He nods as he drinks from his sports cap bottle.
Drew and I bounce in the middle of the ring, smirking, staring, generally winding each other up to spar. He moves first, as I expect. I block his punch and I get in a jab.
“So, what did they say, these messages?” Kit asks.
“I guess I was trying to show her that I’m changing.” I block another shot from Drew. “When she left, we both knew we had shit to figure out. I thought… I don’t know, man. She just didn’t reply. Maybe I’ve been working on me and she got back to London and realized she liked being a spoiled rich girl.” As I say that, I hope to God I’m wrong. The distraction allows Drew to land a blow to my temple. Hard enough that I feel it, but not so hard it’s going to hurt me—that’s kind of the point.
“Did you outright say, I love you, I was an idiot to let you go and I want you back now I’ve stopped acting like a pussy?”
Drew and I stop sparring and I glare at Kit. “I know you didn’t just call me a pussy, man.”
“I did. And the reason you’re not already over here putting your glove in my face is because you know it’s true. Look at Drew. When he realized he might lose Becky, he got on a plane and flew to London, like a hero, to get her back. So, did your messages tell her you want her back or not?”
“Well, no.”
“Then you can’t be sure she got the message.”
“We’re not like Drew and Becky, Kit. When Izzy left, she said we both had stuff to work on. Just because I’ve been doing that doesn’t mean she has, or that she still wants to, or even if she does, that she’ll want me at the end of it.”
“God, I’m pleased I hooked Madge in college. This old-man love is complicated shit.”
“Kit, you’re older than us both,” Drew points out. “Can we spar?”
We get back to it, working up a sweat, laughing as we land and dodge punches, until Charlie comes into the room. “Brooks, I’m sorry to interrupt.”
“What’s up, Charlie?” I ask, still going at it with Drew.
“There’s a bit of a situation. Some woman is making a scene downstairs. She isn’t a member and wants to use a studio.”
I land a punch in Drew’s side and block his next. “Tell her no.”
“I have but she’s very persistent.”
When I notice the smile on Charlie’s face, I take my attention from Drew and look at the woman who has made her way to Charlie’s side. The breath leaves my lungs and I drop my hands to my sides. As I do, Drew lands a punch I should have blocked, right into my jaw. The shock rocks my already shaky legs, and one knee gives.
“Fuck, Drew.”
“Shit, sorry, buddy. You should have had your hands up.” He stops talking when he follows my gaze to Izzy. “I’m still claiming that as a KO,” he says, as I stand and walk to the edge of the ring.
Izzy swallows hard as she stares at me, looking immaculate in yoga pants and a sweat top that drapes off one shoulder. Her blond hair is pulled back into her signature ponytail and she has the smallest amount of makeup around her eyes. My body is suddenly heavy with emotion and the urge to take her in my arms.
“Is this the one who’s causing you trouble, Charlie?” I ask.
“Yes, boss.”
I don’t take my eyes off Izzy, and I see my growing smile reflected on her soft pink lips. Of all the things I have wanted to say to her, the only one that comes to me now is, “Hi.”
She steps up to the ring. Kit lifts the ropes for her to climb through. She comes up to me with her hand held out for me to shake. “Hi, I’m Izzy. Hot mess but working on my shit.”
I pull off a glove and take her hand, glancing down to make sure it is real, that I’m not imagining she is here.
“I’m new to New York. I don’t really have a job. I sold a book once for a small advance and my sales are on a steady decline, but they’re enough for me to afford a tiny studio apartment in the city. It has a terrible view of another block of apartments. But, it’s mine and I pay for it myself. I’m a singer-songwriter and I intend to do open-mic nights but I don’t actually make any money from it. I’m currently living off money I got from selling my designer clothes online. Tomorrow, I have a dance audition for a small musical. Even if I get it—and there’s a good chance I won’t—it’s for a standby role.” She smiles fully now. The kind I love. The kind that lights up her irises. “But it’s what I really want to do, for me.”
I absorb everything she said, still holding her hand in mine. I tell her, “I’m Brooks. I’m a gym owner. My body is covered in tattoos. I’m the father of a young adult, who sometimes acts older than I do. I get along with her mother but I don’t wish we had never split. I like meat, especially meat coated in sauce—the more sugar and fat the better. I like beer, football, and playing the guitar. I have a swanky new apartment with a killer view. Maybe I could show you sometime, when you get fed up with living in a box.”
She laughs, looking down at her feet like she’s nervous. I take a step closer to her and finally let go of her hand so I can lift her chin and look at her beautiful face. “Why are you here?”
Her expression changes from happy to serious. “Because I spent four weeks in London and realized I need, and want, a life overhaul. It’s not complete yet. I don’t have all the answers. But the one thing I am absolutely certain of is that arguing, laughing, and making love with you is the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. I love you, Brooks. I love everything about you. From the fact you hate wearing suits and eat too much meat to the fact you send shivers through me when you sing and play the guitar. You’re the only person in the world who would call your friends to have them buy my books, even though you didn’t really like me, just so I wouldn’t feel bad. I love that—”
I crash my lips against hers and scoop her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. “You talk too much, Izzy Coulthard. But I fucking love you. I love every annoying-as-hell bone in your body.”
She laughs as she kisses me again. When cheers and wolf whistles start up around us, she buries her head in my neck and wraps her arms around me.
“I’m never letting you go, Izzy. You’re mine.”
She kisses my neck. “I only want to be yours, Brooks. Forever.”