Chapter Thirty-Nine
Fenton
I woke up in the same suite I had at the MGM Grand before they kicked me out. I half expected Kya to be curled up next to me. I held still for the onslaught of nightclub memories. But it was different nightclub. The fight promotion party. The memories rushed back.
Kya in a light purple dress. It caught the light, changing colors. I had to force myself to look away from her hundreds of times. Almost as many times as I saw the picture of my opponent locking lips with her. I flung myself out of bed and stomped into the main room.
"Good morning. Breakfast shake on its way," Aldous announced. "Please tell me you slept well. You don't look it."
"It's just weird," I said. "Like déjà vu. The last few days could have been a dream and here I am right back where I was."
Aldous handed me the green shake. "So, would you change anything?"
"I'd skip seeing Kev in that 70’s low-cut shirt," I said. "A man as white as him should not try to pull off a medallion."
"Yeah, that gave me nightmares, too," Aldous said. He grimaced, but forced himself to drink the same healthy concoction he made for me. "But, seriously, would you have changed anything?"
"I know what you're getting at. I'm not falling for it," I said. "I knew as soon as your wife got here you'd be all hot to matchmake."
Aldous gave me his best innocent look. "Me? Never. I just want to make sure you don't have any regrets. It’s time to look forward, strategize. Visualize your fight, but more importantly, visualize what's on the other side."
I sat down at the glass dining table and choked down more of my shake. "Me staying in the basement of your new Vegas house," I said.
"Tia would kill me," Aldous said. "Try again."
I shut my eyes. "Home base. Roots. Strength. Going out to fight and coming home to get stronger."
"Perfect. That's it. Think about that home base. What you need there. What there gives you strength."
It was Kya. Copper curls in the sunshine. Her green eyes crinkling at me from the next pillow. "Alright, coach, good talk. Now, let me choke this down in peace."
Aldous sat down across from me. "You know the more you share, the more solid the visualization."
"Leave the poor man alone, Aldy," Tia said. She leaned over and kissed her husband's cheek. "He doesn't need to tell us the obvious."
"Thanks. Wait, what's obvious? No, I don't want to know," I said.
Tia rolled her eyes and smiled. "You know Kya is terrified to come to the fight. She's got it in her head that she's there she'll distract you and make you lose."
Aldous chuckled. "I can speak from personal experience when I say that is possible. Though, I'm so glad I got blood all over that accountant's white shirt. Best blood I ever shed."
"I'm sure her clients want her there," I said. "She'll be there. She should be there."
"That's what I told her, but it had nothing to do with her clients," Tia said. "She and I are planning to sit together. Low and close, but a few rows back. You'll never notice."
That was good. Kya would not be in my direct line of sight. If I kept my head up like I was supposed to, I wouldn't see her. Maybe the top of her copper curls. If I looked I could spot her green eyes. I shook myself and finished the shake.
"There, I drank my super foods. I gotta check my messages," I said. I pushed away from the table and took my phone out onto the patio.
The first message was from Kev, as were the following three. He started off reminding me of MMA contacts I had met. Kev was great at giving me the details in voicemail form so I would not forget any important conversations.
Then, he veered off course. He slurred a few words here and there. But mostly, his speech was impeded by what I had seen was a sloppy grin. It had been permanent all night.
"It’s great, I'm telling you, Fenton, it's great. Just relax, just go with it. Just be yourself. What are all the other things those stupid chick flicks tell people? You know when you feel it. I know you feel it. I've seen it on you. Remember that, too," his message said.
The next one was more of the same. A few reminders of MMA contacts, launching into another soliloquy. "I mean, she saw right through me, man. She saw it was an act. I didn't think I was acting, I was just being me, but when she saw through me, I realized I'm someone else. I mean, I’m better. There's a better me, and Sandi saw it. We just met. I know it’s crazy, but I know you get it. It's great, it's really great."
I was about to hang up on voicemail, but the next message was from Kya. "I'm downstairs, but I shouldn't be and I know that. So, I'm just calling to say I'm sorry. I should have believed you. I think I do believe you. But, that's all that. I really just want to say good luck. Wait, I know you don't believe in luck. I'm the one that's lucky. I met you. So, there, I'm giving you that luck and no matter what, I will see you after the fight. I… I…I can't wait to see you, Fenton."
I sat up and held the phone with both hands. The message started to replay when Dana Maria appeared. She raised her eyebrows at me.
"Go ahead, listen to it again. I liked it," my sister said.
"I'm not. I have other messages," I said.
"Come on, Fen, you'll do better if you say it," Dana Maria said.
"Say what? That I care for her? What good is that going to do anyone, least of all her?" I asked.
"I think it will make all the difference to her." My sister sat down on the patio chair across from me. "You can love someone. Why do you always think you're like him? You're nothing like him."
"Dad? I've gotta be. Everyone says I look just like him," I said.
"And, that's as far as the similarities go. He thought love was about people admiring him. He thought family was something to escape. He hated being needed and he was never around. You were always there, you always loved Mom and me, and all you ever wanted was for us to be together as a family. So, no, you are nothing like him."
"I'm sorry I let us drift apart." I caught my sister's hand.
"Drift apart? Is that what you call sending a private investigator to find me?" Dana Maria asked. "You know the girls at work still think Matt Smith, or whatever his real name is, is my boyfriend?"
"Really?" I asked. "He seems like a decent guy. I like that idea. Whoa, wait, are you blushing? Have you gone out with him?"
"Maybe. We're talking about you here."
"What's to talk about? Kya is interesting. It'll never work. End of story," I said.
"It's already working. You can't tell me you don't think she's different. You feel differently about her than any other woman you've ever dated."
"Is that how you feel about Matt Smith?" I asked.
Dana Maria's smile faded as her thoughts wandered. Her face was serene and far away for a moment. "You know, I always thought it would happen quietly. One day, the right guy would just show up and be in my life. He wouldn't judge me, and he wouldn't want to change me. He would just want to see me and we'd end up spending time together. No big fireworks, no grand scenes or mountains of roses. Just someone I want to be with who wants to be with me."
I did not hold my breath. It just wasn't there. When it came back, I said. "I love that. I love that for you."
Dana Maria patted my cheek, hard. "And you, too, baby brother. I love that for you, too. Except you had to go ahead and have the fireworks."
"No," I said. "Think about it. Don't you think everything you just said is what Kya's saying about Jackson McRay? They're the ones that fit together. He just appeared in her life and he actually fits her life."
"Why would you say that?" Dana Maria asked.
I flinched thinking maybe her sisterly pat was going to turn into a slap. "Because I heard her say it. I accidentally overheard Kya tell Sandi that Jackson McRay is the man she is supposed to choose."
"What? That's what you think?" Sandi asked.
"Is everyone eavesdropping on me?" I asked. I stood up and faced everyone in the suite.
"The patio doors are wide open, man," Kev said.
"You were there, you heard the same thing," I reminded him.
"Well, I was there, too, and I was actually the one that Kya was talking to, so let me set you straight," Sandi said. She propped her tiny fists on her slim hips. "Kya said that Jackson McRay is the one she is supposed to choose. But you are the one she desires."
"Oooh," Dana Maria said. She fanned herself. "Now tell me which one you'd rather be."
"That doesn't mean she's going to choose me," I said. "He's the better choice, right?"
Dana Maria looked ill. "Not from what I hear."
"Not from what we've seen," Kev muttered.
I waved a hand to cut him off. "What have you heard, Sis?"
"He's been down to my club a few times, thankfully, not while I was on. At first, the girls were all excited. They fought over him. You know, nice-looking rich guy in suave clothes. They all thought he was Prince Charming."
I could not keep still and started pacing. "So, what made them change their minds?"
"He'd tell them all the people he knew, hint at all the ways he could get them fired or worse, then he was all hands. The bouncers were on him right away, but some of the girls were too afraid to call them. He thought he could do whatever he wanted."
"I'm going to kill him," I said.
"No, don't worry about it," Dana Maria said. "The girls aren't stupid. Word's spread and no one is going near him. Jackson McRay is his own STD as far as the women of Las Vegas are concerned."
"Ugh, it’s always the all-American handsome ones that are the misogynists," Sandi said.
"Don't worry, honey, that's not me," Kev said. "Well, except for the handsome part." He turned to me. "Guess we don't have to worry about people not believing us anymore. Turns out lots of people know what a slime ball Jackson McRay is."
"Except Kya," I said.
I charged for the door. Kev stepped in front of me. "Forget about Jackson McRay. I'll leak the story. We'll get some of Dana Maria's girls to speak out. He'll be ruined. You don't need to go down with him."
"I'm not going to fight him. I'm not going anywhere near Jackson," I said.
"You have to report to the arena in an hour. You're not going anywhere," Kev said.
"Fenton, forget about it. It’s just a distraction," Dana Maria said.
"Move, Kev. You know I have to see her," I said.
Kev nodded and stepped aside. "Tell Kya we'll see her at the fight."