“Amico.” He slaps Reese on the back and walks away. Most of the people in this room are from a foreign country. Well, foreign to Reese and me. Only a handful of Americans are in our presence. The majority of the conversations I overhear are in different languages. Being surrounded by so much culture is an enlightening experience.
Reese’s flashy life is so distracting; I nearly forget about the pain. But it always creeps back up on me. Losing Dev. The wound is still bloody and fresh, but I remind myself this is what he wanted.Hewalked away.
I would have loved them both for the rest of my life.
I refused to choose, so he did it for me.
I go to fiddle with my necklace, the diamond butterfly Dev gave me for Christmas, but when I touch my throat, it isn’t there. I never took it off before, but when Dev decided he’d had enough, and Reese proposed, I decided it was time to retire it. I left it in my condo along with any other reminders of him. But no matter how hard I try to forget, one look at Reese can awaken the memories. Though their personalities are different, their facial features are exactly the same. I’m living in a sweet hell. Loving one man unconditionally, while resenting his twin at the exact same time.
Reese hasn’t brought up the marriage proposal since we arrived in Argentina. He sounded like he was serious, but I wonder now if he’s having second thoughts.
“Want to get some air?” Reese asks as he grabs two glasses of champagne off a silver tray as a waiter walks by.
I nod. Air sounds great. We make our way out the French doors to the large balcony overlooking the resort’s magnificent pool, the turquoise water glowing brightly under the dark night sky.
“Doing okay?” Reese asks, sidling up beside me.
“It’s a little overwhelming,” I admit.
“You’ll get used to it. It’s an adjustment.”
I nod, downing the champagne hastily. “I’m doing my best.”
“You’re doing fantastic. Everyone loves you.” He steals a kiss.
“I’m glad I’m not spoiling your image,” I half joke.
“Kayla, please. In that dress, you couldn’t spoil a damn thing.”
“So you do like it.” I ruffle the hem. “I was wondering. You didn’t comment when I put it on.”
“I love it, but it’s missing something.”
“What?” I frown. I spent all day shopping for this dress. I thought the elegant yet sexy beaded slip dress was perfect.
“Close your eyes.”
I hesitate.
“Go on, close them,” Reese encourages.
“Fine.” I drop my lids.
“Okay, open them.” I flutter them open to find he’s holding out both hands. Fists closed. “Pick one.”
I eye him speculatively, deliberating which one to choose.
“You better pick right. You only get once chance,” he warns, looking delicious in a crisp white dress shirt and black pants, a watch the size of Mars shining on his wrist. “C’mon, I can’t hold my arms up all day.”
“Ugh, I hate being rushed.” I choose the right hand prematurely.
“You sure?” he questions impishly.
“No. But that’s the hand I picked.”
Reese smiles, turning his fist over. I inspect what’s resting in his palm.
“Go ahead take it.”
