A family to call my own.
9
Santiago
There are certain things I want to forget about my life. The first is what it felt like to walk with two normal legs. The second is the feeling of adrenaline pumping through my veins as I raced in a Prix. And the third is the way Chloe kissed me like she needed to resuscitate the damaged part of my heart I thought was long gone.
The third memory is the one that keeps troubling me no matter how busy I get taking care of Marko. It assaults me at the most inconvenient times. And it’s not like my nephew helps with my cause of trying to move past the kiss. He doesn’t stop talking about Chloe as he protects his castle, claiming he needs to wait for his princess.
It seems like she not only has my nephew enraptured but me as well. The woman is an enigma. Everything from the way lies flow past her lips about our “relationship” to how she shatters the preconceived notion I had about her finding me repulsive.
It’s not even the way she kissed me that has my brain going haywire. More like it’s everything that kiss meant to her and what she wanted to prove. Chloe challenged me and my idea of her being disgusted by me and my impairment. She took a gamble, and it worked. It worked so damn well, I respect her more because of it. In fact, I wish I could ask if she wants to repeat it under a different circumstance without my nephew nearby. But like the idiot I’ve been around Chloe, I realize I never got her number.
Instead of allowing disappointment to settle in my gut, I take the issue for what it is. A sign to not pursue her. Fate has a way of intervening in my life without my consent, and it’s about damn time I listened.
“Where’s my Monkey?” Maya calls out through the FaceTime call.
Marko giggles behind the couch.
Noah smiles into the camera. “I don’t know. I hear something that sounds like Marko, but maybe it’s someone else. Santiago, did you lose Marko?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. The tickle dragon might’ve eaten him.”
Marko’s giggles stop. He jumps up from behind the couch. “Boo!”
Maya gasps and Noah hoots for Marko like he achieved the biggest award.
“What did you do today, Monkey?” Maya asks.
Marko rambles on, explaining how we worked on a car together.
“And have you spent time with Chloe?” Maya bursts with excitement.
“No.” Marko frowns.
Little shit. I thought we were in this together.
Noah looks at me. “I thought she planned on helping you? Trouble in paradise?” Noah’s mocking voice matches his smirk.
I tak
e his smugness without complaint because he doesn’t need any more of my shit. “She has been dealing with some personal stuff.”
“Marko, go get your race car. I can’t remember if it’s red or blue, and I want to see which one I need to buy you next,” Noah orders.
“Silly, Daddy. Red like yours!”
“But I want to see it too!” Maya does a great job feeding Marko’s excitement.
He runs toward his room.
“Is she okay? It’s not that Ralph guy, is it?” Noah’s eyes darken.
I shake my head. “No. She just had something unexpected come up at work.” The lies come out easier the more I pretend Chloe is actually my girlfriend. “You know…not everyone has a job that entails traveling around the world.”
Noah takes advantage of my slip-up. “You could have one too if you reviewed the emails I sent you. You’d be able to race—”
My answer will always be the same. “No.”