Take Me: Faster Longer Part 3

"Over my dead body," Enzo replies.

"It's not your decision, whether I stay with Harrison or not," I tell my brother, "It's mine. This team doesn't own me. You don't own me, Enzo."

"I'm just trying to look out for you," my brother cries, "I'm trying to keep you away from this son of a b.i.t.c.h. Why can't you open your eyes and see that? You're so blinded by whatever bulls.h.i.+t he's been-"

"If you let me, I can convince you that I'm worth your sister's time," Harrison insists. "I don't mean you any harm, Enzo. I know there's bad blood between us, but I want to make it right. I want to prove to you that I'm a decent guy. Really."

"And how do you propose to do that?" Enzo scoffs.

"First of all, by showing you that I really do have your best interests at heart, too. I want you to be happy, your whole family, because I want you to know that I think of you as my own. So I thought I might bring you a little bit of company that you might have been missing," Harrison says, looking back at his car and nodding.

The rest of us stare at the vehicle as the pa.s.senger door swings open. Out into the moonlight steps a familiar, statuesque beauty. The world wobbles around me as Shelby takes a tentative step toward us, smiling bashfully.

"Shelby?" Enzo says, jaw falling open.

"Hi Enzo," the British knockout replies, "Hope you don't mind me surprising you-"

Her words are cut off as Enzo closes the s.p.a.ce between them, taking her up into his arms. I raise my eyebrows at the display. I always had my brother pegged for the womanizing, serial dater type. What's with all these F1 bad boys going all lovey-dovey all of a sudden? There must be something in the water.

"Too soon, " I say, c.o.c.king an eyebrow at Harrison.

"Shelby and I wanted to come here together, to explain to you both what's happened in the past. Strictly the past," Harrison says, "We want to make amends, across the board. To come at this problem and fix it once and for all. To figure out who the h.e.l.l is trying to take us down and to stop this bulls.h.i.+t before it can spread any further. What do you say, Enzo? Enzo..."

"I can't believe you're here" my brother says, staring dreamily into Shelby's face.

"That makes two of us," Shelby coos, "It feels like a lifetime."

"For G.o.d's sake," I mutter, "Pull it together, people."

"That picture in the paper this morning, of Shelby and I kissing, it wasn't a fake," Harrison says, "But it's ancient. You have to believe that."

"I never even gave a b.l.o.o.d.y d.a.m.n for Harrison. Not really," Shelby tells Enzo, "I just figured I might as well marry rich if I couldn't find someone to love. But now..."

"You can do both?" I mutter.

Shelby looks at me sharply, taking a deep breath. She wiggles out of Enzo's arms and crosses the lawn toward me, taking my hands in hers.

"I know that I've been rude to you," Shelby says, bending down just slightly to meet my eye level, "I know that I haven't given you any reason to like me. But Harrison told me that you suspect me of being behind this craziness, and I need you to know that it's not true. I would never do something like this. Harrison is my dear friend. And your brother...well. He's becoming something a bit more-"

"If you aren't behind this, what was your picture doing on the front page of the paper this morning? Who else could be the source who leaked Harrison's email?"

"It's called the internet, Siena," Shelby laughs, "Anything that's on the Web is fair game to a good enough hacker. h.e.l.l, that picture was right on Twitter for the world to see. And Harrison's not exactly a genius at protecting himself online."

"Guilty," Harrison shrugs.

"I know you're probably still put off by the fact that I've been cold to you," Shelby goes on, "But Siena, can you blame me for being a little jealous of you?"

"Jealous? Of me?" I sputter, "Why the h.e.l.l-"

"I've been working for Team McClain for six years," Shelby presses, "And after all this time, I've never been given more to do than run the Facebook page. But you...you're already head and shoulders above most women in this sport. You could really do something here, become someone important. So yeah, I've been a little jealous of you, but I don't want to keep this weird tension between us stoked. I want to be your friend."

"I don't know," I tell her, "I choose my friends pretty carefully."

"Then I'll just have to keep trying to convince you," she says, smiling gamely.

"I hope you know that's not going to work on me, Davies," Enzo says, crossing his arms, "You're not going to win me over into thinking you're some great guy who deserves to be with my sister."

"And why not?" Harrison asks.

"Because I know an ent.i.tled a.s.shole when I see one," Enzo shoots back.

"Takes one to know one, I guess?" Harrison grins.

"Stop it!" I cry, as Enzo lunges for Harrison once again. Gus and Charlie hold my brother back, but this time I can't even blame him fully.

"You can't make this a one way street," I tell Harrison, "If you really want to be a part of my life, you need to play ball with Enzo. Can you do that? Can either of you actually put your baggage aside and try to get along?"

Harrison and Enzo stare at each other across the lawn, immovable and silent. I shake my head at the pair of them and turn to survey the rest of the group. My parents watch us from the steps of our home, Bex waits for Charlie, and the four of us doomed lovers stare at each other, at an impa.s.se. It's time for someone to step up and take charge.

"OK," I begin, "Here's what's going to happen now. We've been hiding away from the press and dodging questions for too long now. We need to make an appearance, all of us, and get control of our story back."

"You mean we should have, like, a press conference?" Shelby asks, "Exactly," I tell her, "Right here on the front steps. We'll invite the press in and tell them our stories. Our real stories. Before any more conjectures can crop up in the tabloids."

"You want me to stand up here and pretend I'm OK with the a.s.shole having shown up?" Enzo demands nodding toward Harrison.

"Yes, I'd prefer that you actually be OK with the guy I love," I tell him frankly, "But pretending will do for now. We just need to make our voices heard."

"Are you suggesting that we address all the rumors about us?" My mom asks, holding onto my father's arm.

A ragged cough rips out of Dad's throat. Without having received any treatment, he really is getting worse by the day. I go to him, taking his hand in mine.

"You have to tell the world, Dad," I whisper, "You've been playing it tough for too long. Let us take care of you. Let the world take care of you, and keep you in their prayers."

"Can't we just focus on you kids?" he asks, sounding alarmed and downright scared.

"I know it's the last thing you want to do," I tell him, "But wouldn't you rather the truth come from you, rather than some tabloid? You deserve to own your own story, Dad."

"And what are we hoping to accomplish with this little meeting?" Charlie asks, crossing his arms.

"We're going to present a united front," I tell him, "Enzo and Harrison are going to show the world that they're not rivals, they're not out to kill or hurt each other. They're just two drivers trying to do their best for their fans and their families. Those guys, I'd root for."

"I guess it doesn't matter to you that we're not united in the least?" Enzo scoffs.

"Nope," I tell him, "You'd be surprised how much that doesn't really matter. If you're going to be a child about this-"

"Watch it," my brother tells me, "I'll go along with this nonsense for the sake of our team and our family, but you'd all better know that it's total bulls.h.i.+t on my part."

My brother turns back toward Harrison, his eyes cold and merciless. "I'll play my role at this press conference, Davies, because I want all this drama to be behind us. But don't think for one minute that I've actually accepted you as a member of my family. You and me? We'll never be OK. I can't stop you and Siena from being together, but I never have to like it. And I never have to like you. Are we clear on that?"

"Crystal, mate," Harrison says simply. "But no matter how many times you tell me that it's hopeless, I'm still going to try and prove to you, your family, and most of all to Siena that I'm a good man. I only know how to be good to your sister. And I'm going to keep trying to get you to see that."

"Good luck with that," Enzo laughs, "Now if you'll all excuse me, I'd like to be off to bed." He extends a hand to Shelby, who looks tentatively toward my parents for approval.

"Oh, go on," Mom says, "We may as well be good and rested for this conference. I'm a.s.suming we're doing it tomorrow?"

"Bright and early," I tell her, "I'll set everything up. All the rest of you have to do is show up on these steps looking calm and collected. Let me do the rest."

Enzo shrugs and sets off into the house, towing Shelby behind him. Most of the team follows in their wake, happy to be released from the tense gathering outside. Gus leads Charlie and Bex back to the kitchen for a night cap. Finally, the only people left outside are me, Harrison, and my parents.

My mother, ever the social gymnast, tugs my father forward a step, smiling broadly toward Harrison.

"Mr. Davies," she smiles, "It's so nice to meet you in person at last."

"You can call me Harrison, Ma'am," my love replies, stepping forward to take my mother's hand.

"And you can call me Camilla. I don't know who this 'Ma'am' person is," she responds.

We all look anxiously at my father, who stares blankly at Harrison. I hold my breath as the men size each other up. I feel, ridiculously, like I'm back in high school, bringing my prom date home to meet my parents. Of course, I never ever went to my prom. Couldn't be bothered. Maybe I'm just making up for lost time now?

"Mr. Lazio," Harrison says, finally breaking the silence, "It's an honor to finally meet you. I hope you know how much I respect you as a driver and a man."

"Davies," my dad says gruffly. I can tell that he's trying to fall into the role of the wise, protective father, even in his vulnerable condition. I hope he knows that he'll always be my strong, respected, fair father, no matter how sick he gets.

"I knew your father, back when he was racing," my dad goes on.

"h.e.l.l of a man to get along with," Harrison says, sadness sweeping through his eyes.

"But a good driver," Dad says, "He could have been great. Would have been. But sometimes things happen to us that are beyond our control, isn't that right?"

"That's right, sir," Harrison says.

"Sometimes the seas are calm. But then sometimes hazards spring up out of nowhere. Sharp turns surprise you, throw you off course. Sometimes you find yourself caught up with the wrong things and people, like your dad did. Sometimes you get sick, no matter how you might resent it, like I have. And then sometimes you fall in love. Even when it's with the person that you'll have to run through h.e.l.l and back for. Are you willing to run through h.e.l.l and back for my daughter, Davies?"

"As many times as I have to," Harrison replies, without missing a beat.

"Good answer," my dad says. "Of course, I'll need to see that in actions, not words."

"Of course. And you will," Harrison a.s.sures him.

"No more of this lying business. No more sneaking around. My daughter deserves to be with someone's who's proud of her. Someone who loves her as much as I do."

"I want to be that person," Harrison tells my father, "With your blessing-"

"Oh screw that," my dad groans, "Siena's not a prized heifer I'm looking to sell away. You never needed my blessing, you know that. This isn't about permission, it's about responsibility. You two just take care of yourselves. Take care of each other. Things are going to get a lot uglier for us all before they get any better. Just brace yourselves for that, and don't you dare waver. If you want to be together, then be together. No matter what anyone else might say. Even me, G.o.d knows."

"Thank you, Dad," I whisper, lacing my fingers through Harrison's.

"Don't thank me," he grumbles, "Just be good to one another. Christ, I need to put my feet up. This has been the most exhausting day."

"Come on darling," Mom says, leading Dad back inside, "I'm sure tomorrow will be a big day, too."

Harrison and I watch my parents walk back into the house, leaning into each other. All at once, we're alone again on my front lawn, staring at each other in the dim glow of the moonlight.

"This is really happening," Harrison says, brus.h.i.+ng a stray curl back behind my ear.

"It's happening," I tell him, running my hands down his arms, "Are you ready to greet the world with me?"

"I've wanted to. I hope you know that," he says, "I've always wanted the world to know about us."

"Looks like you're getting your wish," I tell him, "If we play our cards right, we can have this thing under control in no time. You and Enzo can get back to worrying about your point counts. And we can all just focus on being there for Dad. That's what I want."

"You know what I want?" Harrison asks, "A bit of d.a.m.ned shuteye. Is it off to the guest house for me?"

"What?" I laugh, "Don't be silly. Why would you sleep in the guest house?"

"I...don't know," he says, "Doesn't propriety say-?"

"Since when are you concerned with propriety?" I laugh.

"I suppose you're right," Harrison smiles, "Lead the way, fair lady."

Chapter Four.

Naughty Time

We head in through the front door and make our way upstairs together. My heart begins to hammer unaccountably the closer we get to my bedroom. As we step over the threshold, I'm downright nervous. And Harrison can tell, too.

"What is it, Siena?" He asks, closing the door behind us and looking around in wonder. "G.o.d. I can't believe I'm standing in your childhood bedroom."

"This is it," I tell him, clasping my hands behind my back. "The safe haven of my awkward years."

"It's not as pink as I might have suspected," he says, trailing his fingers along the gauzy canopy above my bed.

"Do you honestly take me for a pink and flowery kind of girl?" I ask.

"Nah," he grins, "I guess you were probably the rough and tumble tom boy type?"