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♪♪

I don't need a goddamn wheelchair!

I don't need a goddamn nurse, I'm fine!

Leave me the fuck alone.

Quit being a fucking asshole.

Now it's either the nurse, me

or Rylee washing your balls every night

'til you're cleared by the docs.

I love you, buddy.

But my friendship draws the line

when it comes to touching your junk.

You can go now, too.

I'm staying.

If you want to keep acting like one of the boys

when they're throwing a tantrum,

I can start treating you like one.

We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Ace.

But rest assured, it's going to be my way.

He's all yours.

Don't you have a house full of boys?

Fill that inherent trait of yours to hover and smother.

Excuse me?

You heard me.

You don't get to need me one minute

and then shove me away the next.

I can do whatever the hell I want to do.

Not when you're with me, you can't.

Maybe I shouldn't be with you.

Fine.

You're right.

I don't need this shit from you.

Non-negotiable. Remember?

You know where the door is.

You do not get to push me away

or I will push back ten times as hard.

You have hurt me on purpose before

and you like to fight dirty, but why don't you just tell me

what you're trying to protect me from?

Everything.

Nothing.

From me.

Telling me to go is not protecting me,

it's hurting me.

Rylee...

I almost lost you.

Goddamn right, you did.

That's why I have to let you go.

I can't choose between you and racing.

I need both.

Talk to me, don't... don't shut me out.

Talk to me or we can't move forward.

I'm trying to do what's best for you.

I try so fucking hard to be a better man for you.

But I'm failing.

A better man would let you go.

So you don't have to relive what happened with Max

and my crash every time I get in a goddamn car.

What's best for me?

Don't you know what's best for me is you?

Every part of you.

The stubborn.

The wild and reckless,

the serious, the fun loving,

even the broken parts of you.

What I want...

is you.

Only you, baby.

I'm not going to lie.

It is going to kill me every time you get in that car.

But...

I'll figure that out when we get there.

We'll figure it out.

I'm not any good at this.

No one is.

Relationships are hard,

brutal sometimes.

But that's when you learn most.

When it's right,

it's like coming home or

finding the rest of your soul.

♪♪

[groans]

Bad one?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Hmm.

[groaning]

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, Colton. Colton.

Hey, hey, hey, wake up, wake up. Hey.

♪♪

[humming]

My dad...

He used to sing to me when I had nightmares.

I know.

You were.

I remember being scared.

Those last few seconds in the car.

Sorry you had to go through that again.

♪♪

I...

Thank you for being here.

There's nowhere else I'd rather be.

Okay, okay.

We have to stop.

It's not safe, it's too much.

You know, you don't want me to stop.

Safety.

When have you ever known me to play it safe?

Oh.

[chuckles]

You know...

When we first met?

I asked if you fuck like you drive.

Reckless.

Pushing on the limit.

And in it...

Till the very... last lap.

Where you right?

I don't know if I remember, Ace.

It's been a minute.

Well, if you think I fuck like a race,

you should see me drop the hammer

and race you to the finish line.

Racing can be a dangerous sport, you know?

Oh, really?

Hmm.

Sweet Jesus.

You know, sometimes you reach the finish line,

rookies like you have to tag team.

[giggles]

Well...

I think this engine...

is running just fine.

Solo.

You like to race dirty.

Break the rules.

I can definitely race dirty.

Are you afraid to show this newbie

how to drive stick?

Shifting gears, sweetheart.

[panting]

I'm the only allowed to claim this checkered flag.

[moaning]

[laughs]

Oh, Bud, I knew you could do it.

I just used the little trick you told me about and it worked.

I got a 90 on a math test.

I am so proud of you.

Go get ready for baseball.

Okay, I Lego you.

I Lego you too, bud.

[laughing]

Oh...

There's Florence Nightingale.

Hey.

- Oh. - Party fowl.

Hey.

I'm going to grab another.

How's he doing?

Well, headaches are less.

But he's frustrated.

He keeps finding little things here and there

that he doesn't remember, and...

He's feeling confined.

He needs to get back out on the track.

He is scared, Ry.

If he doesn't get behind the wheel soon,

he's gonna let that fear eat at him, paralyze him.

So when he does actually think he can get back in the car,

he'll be a danger to himself.

What about my fear?

You don't think I'm scared?

I almost lost him, too.

But until you came along,

racing was the only thing that kept him sane.

So, yes, he needs to get his ass on the track.

And I'll be his biggest cheerleader.

We've got to get his head back in the game.

You and me.

♪♪

Hey.

You have a good nap?

No more headache, so all is good.

Hmm.

I don't know how you could have any pain

after how much beer you two put away.

Oh, aren't we feisty tonight?

You know what feisty does to me, baby.

Nice try.

We have a couple more days until the doctor says it's safe,

and then I will give you truckloads of feisty

just as long as I know you'll be okay.

Mm-hmm.

Can I ask you something?

Mm-hmm.

Are you scared to get back on the track...

to race again?

It's like I fear it, and I need it at the same time.

Well, you figured it out with me.

What do you mean?

Us.

You feared and yet you needed me.

You're right.

I do need you.

Okay, my turn.

Why haven't you seen the boys yet?

You need me more right now.

That's bullshit.

I just...

They don't need a bunch of cameras

in their faces telling everybody they're orphans.

Ry, I don't want...

Me, the craziness around my life,

the press to get between you and the boys.

They're what's important.

I want to make sure you can see them

without interference soon, okay?

- My turn. - Hmm?

The first night we met...

what were you and Bailey doing in that alcove

before you found me?

[laughs]

Uh, shit.

Uh, I walked backstage to take a phone call from Becks

and when I hung up, she was on me like a pit viper.

I am pretty sure I heard "Sweet Jesus," not "get off me."

The minute I could come up for air,

that's what came out of my mouth.

But luckily my mom called and rescued me from her claws.

I thought you said you liked women who take control?

No, I've only let one woman take control.

She's the only one that's ever mattered.

Okay, so...

- Ace. - Really?

Mmm?

Hey, stop.

Stop, stop.

Okay.

Hmm.

Haddie has a ridiculous penchant for rebellious bad boys.

What?

- I don't do bad boys. - Did me.

You were the exception to the rule.

As you're mine.

- Now, answers, woman. - Okay.

One such bad boy, Stone.

Yes, major jerk.

Anyway, he stood her up, so she and I were sitting

with a bottle of tequila and a bag of Hershey kisses.

And I told her he was a real ace in the hole.

And the more we drank, the more we decided

we should make Ace stand for something.

Later he came over, she answered the door

and she said, "Hey, Ace,"

and the name stuck.

Arrogant, conceited, egomaniac.

[sighs]

Huh.

It's still a chance encounter to me,

but I guess I earned that title the first night.

You can say that again.

Hmm.

What other memory am I forgetting

you're not telling me?

Nice try, Ace.

What do your tattoos mean?

I mean, what do they mean to you?

Ry...

I figured I was scarred permanently on the inside,

so I might as well scar myself on the outside, too.

Show everyone what they think is a perfect package is...

Filled with nothing but damaged goods.

Scarred.

Irreparable.

Ry...

It's just too much to talk about.

As much as it's clear in my head and...

my soul, my nightmares...

Never even said it out loud before, I just...

You don't have to explain anything.

I'm here for you.

I know.

♪♪

♪♪

Hey, guys!

Look who it is!

- Oh my God! - Hi! Oh!

Oh my God! Hi!

Hey!

Oh my gosh, I missed you guys.

I missed you so much, you silly goose.

How's Colton?

He's doing better.

He's doing better. He's back home.

He's good. Yeah. What are you guys doing?

- Let me see. - Just doing some art.

White palms.

I see some new art up on the walls.

You guys have been busy!

♪♪

[pants]

TV ANNOUNCER 1: Can you believe it?

TV ANNOUNCER 2: We're going to cut here

to scenes from the racetrack.

TV ANNOUNCER 1: Look closely, folks, because this guy

disappears completely into this smoke.

TV ANNOUNCER 2: I've never seen such a horrific accident.

The car breaks apart as it flies in the air.

It's just a miracle.

TV ANNOUNCER 1: Lucky to be alive.

Look close, we'll play it again.

You guys made some good stuff.

Oh, wow.

Look at this one, this one's really, really good.

Oh, okay. Oh, thank you.

Thanks, buddy, what's this one?

It's a flying car.

Flying car, I like it.

Thank you.

[chattering]

Rylee.

- Come on, come on. - Rylee.

Hey, Rylee.

Bye.

All right.

[reporters clamoring]

Just give us an update on Colton.

How long have the two of you been dating?

Bye! Bye, guys!

Oh, come on, Rylee.

♪♪

There's Rylee, she's coming.

[reporters clamoring]

[clamoring continues]

All right, everyone.

Clear out of the way.

- Stand aside, stand aside. - Hey, don't touch me!

Let her through.

Tough day?

♪♪

Fucking desperate for you.

[moaning]

[panting]

Fuck, I needed that.

I can't believe you didn't tell me.

Tell you?

What I said to you before I get in the car.

I race you, Ryles.

Are you saying them because you've

reclaimed the memory or because you still mean them?

I never forget a moment when I race,

on or off the track.

I race you, Ryles.

You're my checkered flag.

[giggling]

Oh.

Well, I take it you've been cleared from the doctor.

Yeah.

But after my day, it wouldn't have mattered.

What was wrong with your day?

Doesn't matter.

It seems I've been neglecting you.

So, I might take you out for a proper night out.

Tonight, I'm taking you to a movie premiere.

[shrieks, giggles]

Oh.

This is the sweetest thing.

You and sugar.

My sugar.

You called me sugar.

A movie night with my Ace.

And sheets.

Nothing between us ever again but sheets.

Nothing but sheets.

♪♪

[giggles]

[laughs]

♪♪

I can feel you watching me.

Whose idea was it to sleep out here?

It's too damn bright.

I believe words were...

your voodoo pussy has worked its magic.

I have no energy to move.

I'm managing now.

Oh.

[heavy breathing]

Oh, God.

Oh, God...

Oh, God.

[moaning]

Oh, God.

Closer.

Yeah, sure, we can do that.

All right, Becks.

What did Becks want?

To reserve some time in the track.

Thinks I should get back in the car.

Whoa.

What do you think about it?

You ready?

Yesterday...

Doesn't matter.

What happened yesterday?

I watched replay.

How did you handle it?

Well, if you call a grown man crawling around the floor

while he dry heaves from a goddamn panic attack

handling it, then yeah, I'd say I aced

that motherfucking test.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I'm scared, too.

When I get back in the car, will you be there?

Of course.

[doorbell rings]

- I'll get it. - Okay.

Hmm?

You can run along now, little girl, play times over.

Colton doesn't need you anymore because mama's here.

Tawny, the fuck are you doing here?

Colton, baby, we need to talk.

You're not welcome here.

I was so worried about you.

Have you gotten your memory back, yet?

I don't give a flying fuck about your concern.

Time to go.

I'm pregnant.

Good for you. Congrats.

It's yours.

You and I both know that's not possible.

You don't remember?

The night of Davis's birthday party?

You don't remember that?

No. No.

It's the only possibility, baby.

I'm five months.

You drove me home.

Asked to come in, we had sex.

First time you were drunk and desperate

to be with each other again,

didn't use a condom.

No, no.

Get out. Get the fuck out.

- Colty. - Don't you ever call me that.

Why are you telling me now, huh?

You think you trapped me?

Or you don't believe me?

You're goddamn right, I don't fucking believe you.

Quit the crap and get the fuck out with your bullshit lies.

Colton, I still love you.

You don't get to love me.

I want a paternity test.

This baby is yours.

My lawyers will be in touch.

The press is going to have a field day

with how I spin this one.

News flash, sweetheart,

you better hit me with something a lot harder than that

if you think I'm scared of the press.

Get the fuck out.

[shouts]

Colton.

What if it's true?

Why?

So you could play house?

Because you want a baby so bad you'd do anything to have one?

Take one that may or may not be mine,

so you can sink your hooks into me too?

A hefty sum and a baby. Every woman's fucking dream.

It's not true.

Oh...

Yeah. The thought of me being a dad

makes me want to puke, too.

Fuck.

Fuck you.

Exactly. Fuck me.

- Baxter. - [whistles]

[groans]

[vomits]

Why are you still here?

You don't get to run anymore, Colton.

You don't own me, Rylee.

You can't tell me what I can and can't do

any more than Tawny can.

No, I don't own you.

But when you're in a relationship,

you don't get to hurt someone because you're hurting

and then bail.

A relationship?

You sure that's what you want?

'Cause this is how my life goes.

Charmed life of Colton fucking Donovan.

For every up, there's a free fall down.

Every good, a goddamn bad.

Okay.

What's the good in the bad then?

The good is, I'm alive, Rylee, I'm fucking alive.

What did you think?

You can just waltz in here,

nurse me back to health and all my troubles,

all my fucking demons are gone?

Guess Tawny just proved that theory wrong, huh?

No, you don't get to run, Rylee.

We're in a relationship. Those are your rules.

I am not running, Colton. I am hurting!

I'm falling apart.

Because I don't know how to respond to you!

I'm pissed!

Because I'm angry at you for being so goddamn callous,

because you're right.

I would give anything to have a baby, anything.

And the fact that someone can give you the one thing

that I can't is breaking me apart.

But even if I could...

I would never manipulate you, Colton.

I'm not Tawny, and I'm not the poor excuse of a life

that your mother was.

- Rylee. - No.

I'm not running, I'm not leaving.

I don't know what to do.

I have no fucking clue.

Do I stay here and just... just let you rip me apart?

I'm dying on the inside, Colton, can't you see that?

Do I leave?

Give us a couple of days to...

Fix the shit that's in our own heads?

It's me.

The one who races you,

the one who would fight tooth and nail for you.

Who would do anything to make that pain in your eyes

and the pain in your soul disappear.

But I can't be anything to you

unless you stop pushing me away.

I can handle you being an asshole.

I can handle you taking your shit out on me,

but it doesn't fix things.

Rys.

My head's still fucked up.

Look, I need some time.

Just...

Just...

Okay.

Ry?

♪♪

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