Part 8 (1/2)

His gut clenched and the food he'd just eaten threatened to come back up. Nothing showed on the outside, though. He leaned back casually and took another sip of wine-actually, it was a gulp this time.

”You can tell me anything, Taylor.” He was impressed with how controlled his voice managed to sound.

”Well, I got the all clear from Doc today, and, well, yesterday my good friend called and said it wasn't too late for me to get into the big race being held over in Idaho this weekend. I know it's really soon, but I know that track, and I figure I can be back here to visit in a week, two at most.” She spoke in a rush as she fiddled with the hem of her s.h.i.+rt.

Travis let the words sink in. She was planning to leave, and she was to do it right away. ”When?” This time his voice was a little less controlled, but with his temper beginning to rise, he just didn't care.

”I leave tomorrow,” she said as she squirmed a little on the couch, a subtle movement, but she was obviously trying to put distance between them.

”Just like that, Taylor? It's not up for discussion? My opinion doesn't matter?”

”It's not like that, Travis. This has nothing to do with you,” she said, her own voice beginning to rise.

”Really, Taylor? After everything we've been through, you can honestly sit there and tell me that it's none of my business that you're going back to racing? Am I not allowed to tell you what I think about that?”

He rose from the couch and began pacing the room, now refusing to hide his agitation. He'd planned to lay it all out there for her tonight. And what does she do? She just walks in and tells him she's leaving and he doesn't get a say.

p.i.s.sed off didn't come close to capturing what he felt.

She also stood, and she snapped at him: ”I was going to discuss it with you, but you're acting like such an a.s.s, I don't want to now.”

”Maybe I'm being an a.s.s because, as usual, it's all about Taylor, and to h.e.l.l with anyone who might actually give a d.a.m.n about you,” he snapped back.

They glared at each other for several heartbeats before she stormed across the room and grabbed her jacket and purse. He was reaching the peak of his temper as he watched her start to just walk out in the middle of their conversation.

”Where in the h.e.l.l are you going?” He moved to the door, blocking her quick exit.

”Anywhere but here, Travis. If you think I'm going to stand here while you insult me and try to tell me what to do, just like my family does, then you'll have to think again. Just because we were shacking up for a month doesn't mean that you now get to control me.”

”Is that what we've been doing, Taylor? Shacking up? Is that all this has meant to you?” His fury was still high, but hurt was overwhelming him as well. He'd thought they'd made progress. Maybe he'd read her feelings all wrong.

Her eyes filled with tears. ”Apparently so, Travis. Because if you can't love me for who and what I am, I don't want to be with you.”

Her choice of words made him stop. ”Do you love me, Taylor?”

She stood frozen before him. Her eyes darted to the door, then back to his face, and finally focused on the floor.

”It doesn't matter how I feel, Travis. I won't be controlled,” she finally said after several tense seconds. He moved from the door with his need to pace.

And with that, she slipped through the opening before he was able to catch his breath. Before he even thought about chasing her down, she was jumping into her car and pulling from the driveway.

What could he do? What would he say if he did catch up to her?

He couldn't accept her going back to racing, couldn't take the chance that she would die right before his eyes. So what did they have left? Love just wasn't going to be enough.

Wearing ruts in the large backyard by his frantic pacing, Travis ranted to Taylor's brother. ”She's a fool and she's going to get herself killed. That's what she's going to do!”

Bryson was just as upset about the situation. h.e.l.l, the doctor had told her that another head injury could leave her dead or, heaven forbid, a vegetable-to Bryson, a fate worse than death. But he wasn't nearly as riled up as his friend.

”She's an adult, Travis. I don't like what she's doing, either. But we've tried to get her to slow down. And it only made her push harder just to prove us all wrong.”

”What in the h.e.l.l is she thinking? Martin agreed to sell her the property. She has sponsors lined up, everything ready to go, and she just drops it all and rushes on out of here faster than she arrived.”

Bryson sat back and took a sip of his beer. ”What did you say to her exactly?”

”That she was going to get herself killed.” Travis suddenly felt exhaustion dragging him down. He joined his friend on the back deck, picked up his full bottle of beer, and took a long swallow.

Bryson chuckled. ”Well, that was your first mistake.”

”How can you laugh about this? Don't you care at all?” Travis rubbed his hand down his face.

”Of course I care, but I've learned that when it comes to Taylor, trying to strong-arm her is the absolute worst thing you can possibly do. She's great at what she does and she doesn't want to give it up, even if she is risking her life. You have to give her a reason not to do it anymore.”

”I did give her a reason. She actually came up with a reason on her own-the training track. It could help so many people, but as soon as her friend called her about the race, she forgot all about that.”

”Maybe the track isn't good enough to keep her here.”

”Then what is?”

”Have you told her how you feel?”

”Yes!” Travis exclaimed, and then stopped. Had he really laid it all out there? Had he told her he wanted to be with her for the rest of his life no matter what choices she made? Yes, he'd told her he cared, but had he proposed? And if he wanted to marry her, shouldn't he love her no matter what?

Bryson patted his friend's shoulder. ”Ahh. I see the old, rusty wheels starting to turn in your head.”

”I have to let her do this. If I love her, I love her absolutely,” Travis said with a defeated sigh.

”That's the long and short of it, Travis. When you love someone, you don't put limitations on who they are or conditions on your feelings for them. You accept everything about them, even if it frightens you, even if you're terrified while you hold her close.”

”How in the h.e.l.l did you become so smart?”

”Marriage, my friend, marriage,” Bryson said with another laugh.

”Now that's a smart man,” Misty said as she came out to join them and sat on her husband's lap.

Bryson wrapped his arms around her. ”Yes, I am indeed.”

”So what are you going to do, Travis?” Misty asked. ”Sit here and moon over her? Or are you going to go and get the girl?”

He sat there a moment longer, and then a wide grin spread across his face. ”I'm outta here.”

Taylor had a good head start on him, but he'd catch up to her, and this time, he a.s.sured himself, no matter what he had to do, he wasn't letting the girl get away.

After flying out early in the morning, Travis arrived in Idaho and, without much time to spare, made it to the track where Taylor was scheduled to race.

Cutting it close was fine, though. He was going to support her no matter what she did, and if that meant he had to sit there in the stands and pray the entire time that she'd come back to him, that's what he'd do.