Once in my car, I break down. No wonder Ava reminds me of my mystery girl so much. She is my mystery girl. I wrack my brain, trying to determine if maybe there’s a chance it could be one of her roommates. I haven’t slept with anyone else since, and when I think really hard, I remember the mystery girl had sunshine blonde hair just like Ava. And, now that I’m thinking about it, she had whiskey-colored eyes too.
Fuck! I slam my hand against the steering wheel in frustration. All the fucking signs were right there. I was just too fucking blind to see them. Pulling out my cell, I hit “call” on Reed’s contact info before I can stop myself.
The line rings and rings, and just when I think he’s going to leave me hanging, he finally answers the phone.
“This better be good,” he growls into the line, and I almost laugh at the anger in his voice.
“Meet me down at Max’s bar in ten minutes. Oh, and bring Remy with you.” I don’t leave any room for negotiation, hanging up, then starting my car so I can head that direction. I know Reed has shit going on, a wife who could give birth within a few weeks, and planning that needs to be done, but I need him too.
Traffic is light, so I get to the bar with a few minutes to spare. I can’t stop thinking about the fact that Ava is the mystery girl and what that means.
Was it fate that brought us together? She opened me up that night, leaving an impression on my soul. The taste of her lips haunts me every night when I close my eyes.
I can’t let her go—not now, not ever. I have to make her mine. I have to show her that I can be the man she needs me to be, that I won’t be like her father. Thinking back on that night, I remember there being a smattering of blood against the sheets. I thought maybe I hurt her.
But what if…what if she gave me her virginity? The thought slams into me hard, wrapping around my heart. I’ve been with a lot of women in my short life, and none of them ever given me something so important. All this time, I thought it was her leaving an impression on me, but maybe there’s a piece of her living inside me.
A piece she gave to me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, hating myself for being unable to remember the entire night. I want to relive every detail, every sigh that fell from her lips, every moan and whimper. I want to fucking remember it all, and I can’t.
When I see Reed’s BMW pull into the parking lot, I get out and start toward the door. Reed and Remy follow.
“You know, I could be at home with my wife cuddling on the couch watching TV right now?” The disdain in Reed’s voice is adorable when he pouts.
“Shut up. You’re helping your brother out. You have the rest of your life to cuddle with Fallon. Giving me five damn minutes of your time outside of work isn’t going to put you in withdrawal,” I grumble.
Remy covers his laugh with a cough, and I glare at him as we take a seat in one of the back booths. Max’s is more of a high-end bar that serves food, with a number of high-end whiskeys and liquors. Before Reed decided to settle down, this was where we’d go to pick up women. Reed and Remy shove into the other side of the booth and stare at me, obviously waiting for me to speak.
“Well, are you going to tell what the hell made you drag us out to drink?” Remy asks as the waitress brings over a drink menu. I hand it back to her, because we’ve been here so many times we know exactly what we’re going to be drinking. I order three of their best whiskeys and wave the waitress away so I can answer Remy’s question.
“I never told you guys what I did the day of Dad’s funeral.” Guilt hits me again, but I push it down. “I went out and drank my emotions. Dad left me feeling like there was a piece of me missing, and I had to find that piece in the bottom of a bottle or deep inside a woman. And I found it.” The waitress brings the three glasses of whiskey to the table, and I take a long swig from my glass right away, needing the liquid courage.
“Okay, so you skipped out on dinner to get blackout drunk and fuck some chick.” Reed doesn’t sound happy about it, but I can tell he understands, just from the look in his eyes.
I nod. “Correct. Except, the woman I met I didn’t fuck. I made love to her but didn’t get her name or number. I don’t even remember the entire night, so I don’t know what I fucking did, but when I woke up and she was gone, it was like I lost another piece of my soul.”
Reed smiles around the rim of his glass but doesn’t say anything right away.
“Wait, so you don’t even remember the night?” Remy looks shocked.
“No. I remember parts of it, but not all. That’s not the issue right now. The issue is that I think I’ve found her.”
“You found her?” The excitement in Reed’s voice makes me smile. At least he’s happy for me.
“I did...and I’m almost certain it’s Ava.” Both of their jaws drop open at my accusation.
“Ava? As in your new assistant, Ava?” Remy chimes in yet again.
“Yeah.” I nod again, wanting more whiskey if he’s going to keep asking stupid questions.
“Wow. It’s incredible to think that she’s been right under your nose this entire time. The question I have, though, is how do you know it’s really her if you don’t remember everything from that night?”
Reed has every right to question me. We’ve had lots of women fake pregnancies or relationships with us, just so they could get money from the company. I understand his apprehension, but I know without a doubt that Ava is my mystery woman.
“Her purse. I just came from her house, and the clutch sitting on her counter is the same one the woman had that night at the bar. It was sitting right next to her phone on the counter. I saw it with my own two eyes. It has to be her.”
Reed stretches before giving a look that says he’s not sure he believes my drunken memory. “What if it was one of her roommates? Or a friend? Did she come with anyone else that night?” I shake my head in answer to each of his questions, knowing deep down in the pit of my stomach the woman I made love to that night was Ava. It wasn’t one of her friends, it was her.
“No. There isn’t any way around it. It was her. I can feel it.” Reed takes another sip from his glass before looking back up at me.
“Well, what you going to do about it? If she’s the one, the one you feel this unexplainable attachment to, maybe you should tell her.”
I roll my eyes. His approach is so Reed, and yet, not him at all considering the circumstances around how he and Fallon came about.
“This coming from the guy who couldn’t even tell Fallon he loved her?” Remy questions, raising an eyebrow, earning a muffled laugh from me and a dirty look from Reed. He says exactly what I’m thinking.
“Okay, so maybe I’m not the best person to get advice from, but if you want her to be yours, you have to figure out how you’re going to approach the situation. Have you considered the possibility that she already knows it was you? It’s not a stretch to believe she wasn’t as drunk as you were if she willingly left the bar with you. Plus, if she was gone when you woke up, she was probably sober when she left. Maybe she’s just afraid to make it known?” I chew on the inside of my cheek, contemplating what he’s saying.
She could be afraid to tell me. She could also be embarrassed.
“What do you want to do?” Remy asks. It’s times like these I wish Dad were here to offer up a bit of good advice. He might have been a shitty father after Mom died, but when it came to her, he was so loving, always knowing the right thing to do or say.
I sigh, leaning back against the booth. “I don’t know, but I can tell you I’m not letting her go. I can’t, not now that I know who she is. She might not realize what she means to me, but maybe, maybe if I make it known, she’ll open up to me and tell me the truth?”
Reed and Remy look at each other, a silent conversation passing between them that pisses me off. I’m the middle brother, so shouldn’t I be the one who has the ability to have secret conversations?
Finally, Reed nods. “You should definitely tell her. Don’t just blurt it out though. Maybe you can get her to go out to dinner with you? You could tell her then. Make it romantic or something. Fallon’s the one you should be talking to about this. She’s the one with ideas on how to confess your feelings to someone. We all know I suck at that.”
Remy and I both laugh at the sulky way he says it, but it’s so true.
After thinking for a minute, Remy agrees with him. “That is a good idea, at least, providing you can get her to agree to dinner after work.” His eyes meet mine, and even though the mirth in them is obvious, there’s something in them I can’t decipher. It almost looks sad, but I don’t know why he would be. “You’ve been kind of a dick to her, Ryker. It might work out better if you ambush her at work instead.”
His suggestion has merit. If I hadn’t followed her to her apartment tonight, we never would have talked, and I’d still be trying to figure out who my mystery girl was. Now, I just need to come up with a game plan, and hanging out with these two getting drunk in a bar isn’t going to get that done.
I look over at Reed and grin. “Okay, you guys have convinced me. I’m going to go home and try to figure out what to do to make it easy for her to admit. And Reed?” His eyes narrow on mine at the laughter in my voice. “I’ll definitely be calling Fallon for help.”
He curses under his breath, then tosses some bills on the table and pushes Remy out of the booth. The three of us walk out together, and for the first time in a long time, we exchange hugs before parting ways. I’ve missed the friendship I have with my brothers, and I’m not sure what happened to cause a rift between us. Maybe it was Dad being sick and none of us knowing the right way to handle it, or maybe it was something else. I don’t know, but whatever it was, I’m glad we’re getting back to the way we used to be.
“Good luck, Ry,” Reed throws over his shoulder before climbing into his car, a smile pulling at his lips. I nod, acknowledging his comment.
Luck? Yeah, I think I might be needing it.