“You hit first.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Since when are you a bully, Jace?”
“Since he married my baby sister,” Jace huffs out, and I take an angry step toward him and enjoy the look on his face as he backs up. Good. He should be scared of me. Serves him right.
“Do you hear yourself? I’m not a baby, Jace. We got married. Get over it. It was what we both wanted. He didn’t take advantage of me. I promise you, he didn’t. I swear to God, I don’t understand why everyone thinks he did. It was my idea, for fuck’s sake. Why is everyone so mad? Why do they all think he’s going to hurt me? I trust him, Jace, and I don’t trust anyone.” I squeeze my fists at my sides, trying to calm the building fury. “He didn’t hurt me. I’m not sure Easton Hayes ever could. It’s not in his DNA.”
I take another step toward my brother, more anger and hurt urging me on. “And if anyone . . . and I mean anyone in our entire family had bothered to ask me, I would have told them all it was what I wanted. What I’ve always wanted. He’s it, Jace. He’s always been it. So unless you all want to push me away, you need to get over this shit with Easton. He’s on the team. He’s signed a contract, and there’s a no-trade clause. So he’s here to stay. And that’s a good thing because where he goes, I go. He’s not hurting me, but you are.”
I cross my arms over my chest and wait for that to sink in, so utterly over this argument, even if it’s the first time I’ve finally been able to say all this and know, for a fact, I mean every word of it.
“Madeline . . .” Jace’s voice softens, and his shoulders drop. “Do you love him?”
“With my whole heart and soul, Jace. He didn’t just save my life eight years ago. He’s saved it a million times in a million little ways since then.”
A muscle ticks in Jace’s jaw. “Why the fuck couldn’t you have waited to do it with all of us? You could have at least dated for a while. Seriously, let us all get used to you being an adult and shit.”
My brother is a lot of things. Eloquent is not one of them.
“Maybe because I did what felt right to me. I married him for me. It had nothing to do with any of you.” Exasperation mixes with anger and creates a dangerous cocktail in my blood. “You’re all so into each other’s business, but you’ve never given me that. None of you. You want to control my life. All of you do. But it doesn’t go both ways for me the same way it does for the rest of you. I’m not an equal in your eyes. Not for any of you.”
When he doesn’t say anything, I wait and watch the emotions play out on his face.
He knows I’m right.
“Jace . . . I’ve been through hell, and I’ve come out on the other side a pretty well-adjusted woman. But you know what I’ve spent my life doing?”
He doesn’t say anything, so I push harder. “Do ya? No . . . No guesses?”
He shakes his head, and I laugh a soundless laugh. “Funny. Because it revolves around all of you. I did what you wanted. What all of you wanted. Gonna have to train harder to go to the Olympics, Lindy. Oh, Lindy. You’ve got to get a degree. You can balance it. Madeline Kingston. You’ve got a seat on the King Corp. board. You’ve got to be at the board meetings. Oh, and don’t miss any Kings or Revolution home games. You don’t need a life. Family first. Does any of that sound familiar? Because it’s the stuff I’ve heard from all of you my whole life. It’s like you all thought you needed to fill in for—”
“Dad,” he finishes my sentence for me.
“I never knew him, Jace. He doesn’t mean anything to me. He’s the man who cheated on my mother and died doing it. I didn’t need him.”
“He wasn’t a bad man, Madeline. He was just bad at love. At least, romantic love. He was great at loving his kids, and even before you were born, he loved you. He was so excited when your mom announced she was pregnant,” Jace tells me almost wistfully. “I wish you had a chance to have him in your life. He would have done a better job than we did.”
My heart stutters as emotion swells in my throat. “But that’s the thing, Jace. I didn’t need him because I had all of you. I never felt like I was missing anything. I didn’t hate that you all thought you knew better than me. Not when I was a kid. And I’m not stupid enough at twenty-three to think I’ve got everything figured out. But I’m also competent enough to know what I want and what’s worth fighting for. I’m lucky enough to be loved and smart enough to hold on with both hands and fight for it. So I’m going to need you to back off or get out. Those are your options.”