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Let Me Love
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Chapter 7

Time has never gone by so painfully slow. After I snatched a seat next to Kailey in photography class, much to her friend Heidi’s displeasure, I walked her to work, where she promised she’ll meet me at Aces tonight. Not sure why her redheaded friend Heidi hates me so much, but she was less than thrilled when she saw me with Kailey in class. She doesn’t look like my usual type, so I’m praying I’ve never done her.

The minutes seem to be ticking by slower and slower the closer it gets to our show. For the first time in I have no idea how long, not a drop of alcohol has crossed my lips. I want to be completely sober when I’m with her tonight. My bedroom is clean and ready, hoping she’ll come back with me, even if only to sleep.

Aces is packed when we arrive, wall to wall people. Obviously, the students are ready to party after being away from campus for spring break. Sadie and Jessa are already in our usual round booth closest to the stage. Brady nestles in one side and Grant on the other, leaving Dex and me to follow. My eyes search the door every few minutes, finding nothing but half-dressed girls and guys with wide eyes ogling them. Checking my phone again, Jessa’s hand reaches on my forearm. “She’ll be here,” she says, and I look up to find the whole table’s eyes on me. When did I become the only fish in the bowl?

Just then, Brady hops up and announces it’s time. We leap on the stage and just as I sit behind the drum set, I spot her. She’s walking through the throngs of people, nudging her way through. She taps Sadie on the shoulder and the two girls slide in, so she can join them. When her eyes finally land on me, I wink, and her bright smile back has me fumbling my drumsticks. I pick them up and then my phone vibrates in my pocket.

Kailey: Butter Fingers?

Having zero time before Brady starts us off, I quickly type back.

Trey: I’ll butter you up, anytime! ;)

Brady turns around, and I raise my sticks in the air to count off. Right before I pound them on the drums, I spot her giggling up at me and tucking her phone away. For the remainder of the show, my eyes land on her often, eager to find out if she’s enjoying herself. Her head bounces and I see her dancing around in her seat, while singing the words. Every once in a while she leans into Sadie and Jessa to talk to them. With one last song left, I catch a guy come up to her and whisper something in her ear. Shit, upon closer inspection, I know him. Nate fucking Gibson. I wonder if he already knows I’ve staked my claim. His ridiculous need to compete with me usually has him chasing anyone I’ve been with or any chick I’m about to get with. To his credit, he’s beaten me a time or two. The difference this time is I never cared before, not like I do now. Jessa leans over Sadie and says something to him, but he raises his hand in the air. Grant turns my way, surely seeing the same scene unfolding as me. Kailey gives him a smile and shakes her head. Good girl, I think to myself. Then the asshole slides into the booth, caging her in with his body. Kailey stares up at me, worry in her eyes, and I’ve never wanted down from this stage so badly in my life. Knowing the song by heart, my hands continuing playing while I intently keep my eyes on them.

Once the song ends, I throw the sticks to the ground and jump off the stage. Luckily the crowd cleared out of the way when they saw me coming. My footsteps deliberate, I stop at the edge of the table and my eyes land right on Nate. “Get the fuck out,” I demand, and he chuckles up at me.

“Oh, you thought you could keep this one all to yourself?” he questions with humor in his voice.

“She’s mine,” I say through clenched teeth, not even bothering to look in Kailey’s direction.

“Sorry, Michaels.” He stands up, and I thank God he’s finally getting the point. “I’ve already had her. Just remember, you’ll be enjoying my sloppy seconds.” He continues to laugh while walking away. My eyes fall to Kailey, who turns her head down, staring into her lap.

Sadie and Jessa remain silent, slowly scurrying out of the booth. Shit, I’m fucking floored by this. Not that I thought she was a virgin, but she’s been that douchebag. “Is it true?” I ask her.

“Uh huh,” she confirms in a whisper. Looking around, I look for the first thing I could punch that wouldn’t break my hand. My fist slams on the table, and she jolts back.

“Fuck!” I scream, and she flinches again. “Shit, I’m sorry Kailey. Of all people you’ve been with, it’s just—him?” I scoot in next to her, but she moves further around the booth. “Kailey,” I sigh, pissed at myself for allowing him to get me so worked up, just like he wanted.

Then Kailey’s vision lands on someone else coming to the booth. Assuming it’s one of the guys, I turn and release an annoyed breath. “Leave, Bridgette,” I instruct her, but she slides in next to me.

“Am I interrupting something?” She flirtatiously rubs her hand across my neckline. The same spot Kailey rests her hands on when she kisses me. Kailey stares at Bridgette in disgust. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Bridgette, and you are?” She holds out her hand across the table toward Kailey. Kailey glances down at the fake finger-nailed hand and arches her eyebrows up to me.

“Leaving,” she says and escapes the booth.

“Kailey!” I yell, pushing against Bridgette.

“What the hell, Trey?” Bridgette stays in place, so I slide across the semi-circle to the other side. Once I’m up, I spot her head about to make it to the door. Running through the bar, I hear people’s annoyed yells as their beers spill onto the linoleum floor from me bumping into them.

The chilled air hits my face as I peer around with panic, looking for any trace of her in the streets lined with students enjoying their Friday night. I finally spot the lone brunette at the corner. Not allowing my feet to stop, I sprint like I used to for first base, my mind on only one object, her.

Grabbing her elbow, I whip her around to face me. Her eyes are swollen and red while her cheeks are filled with tearstains. “Kailey,” I sigh, but she turns around and stomps up the cement hill.

“How could I be so fucking stupid? That Trey Michaels would want me?” She screams into the night air as I follow like a lost puppy at her heels.

“Bridgette is nothing,” I argue, and when she turns around, I stumble back to her closeness. The sadness from moments ago has now replaced with anger.

“Save it, Trey. I know you’ve been with her. I’ve seen you with her before,” she informs me, and then flips around continuing her way up the hill.

“I never said I hadn’t, but she’s not what I want,” I reveal the truth, but she’s insistent on ignoring me.

“Why? Why do you want me?” She stops again and walks right up to my face. “I wonder, Trey, because you never noticed me before. Photography hasn’t been our first class together, we’ve had others, but you’ve never even given me a second glance, let alone wanted anything from me before now.” She pokes me in the chest, and I step back. “Am I some conquest now because I told you I was going to use you to forget my life?” The tears begin to build in her eyes, but I see her deep swallows and small shutters, attempting to push them back.

“I’m sorry I never noticed you before, Kailey, but I see you now. You’re all I see...all I want. You have to believe me. No girl comes close to what you do to me.” Taking her hands in mine, I bring her hand to my heart. “You are the first to make this beat with the excitement at the thought of having something I never thought I wanted. It’s only you, Kailey.”

She bites her lower lip, allowing my words to sink in. “What about Nate Gibson?”

“I don’t give a shit. I mean, I wish you never had, but we can’t change our pasts,” I answer as honestly as possible, even if the thought of him with her begs me to punch the brick wall to my right.

Closing her eyes, she turns and walks up the hill, away from me again. Finding a park bench, she sits down and weeps into her hands. I hear her sniffles and deep breaths. “Like—I said—you scare me, Trey,” she stutters out.

Placing my arm around her shoulders, I pull her into me. “You scare me too,” I say. “I’ve never felt this and it scares the shit out of me. But I want to try. I’m willing to put myself out there, praying like hell it doesn’t hurt in the end.”

“My life, Trey—it’s not typical. I’m not the average college junior. There’s things—.”

“It won’t change anything,” I assure her truthfully.

She sits up, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Don’t make promises you might not be able to keep. Hand me your phone.” Her voice now steady.

I dig my phone out and place it in her hands. She types in a few things and hands it back to me. “Meet me at this address tomorrow morning at ten. I’ll tell you everything, and then you can make your decision.” She reaches over and gives me a quick kiss before standing up and walking away from me again.

Kailey

It takes every ounce of my willpower not to stay on that park bench with Trey. The fear that if I succumb to my desire and sleep with him now, knowing his interest will most likely wane, keeps me walking. Although it was never my intent to get involved in a relationship with Trey, it’s something I can’t seem to stop craving now. That’s why he scares me. The jealousy that boiled inside of me when that blonde placed her hand at his neckline came so suddenly, it was all I could do not to reach across and scratch her eyes out.

That’s why he has to know about my sister and my responsibilities to her family. To understand if he gets involved with me, he gets involved with them. He’ll be getting a girlfriend with barely any time, unless he wants to hang out with three kids at a park or with their dying mother. I’m sure he’ll run after he finds all of that crap out, and then I can begin to erase him from my mind like chalk on a chalkboard. Of course, it might be more like marker on a wall, but eventually with persistence he’ll vanish. Dropping out of school in order to avoid him would help, but at this point, I don’t have much of a choice anyway. My sister has limited time left on this earth, especially since my last ditch effort for experimental treatment in Colorado failed miserably. There’s another thing I need to come clean to Trey about, the real reason I was there.

Climbing into my Honda Civic, I start it up and drive home alone. I thought I would be in Trey’s arms tonight, even if we just made out with heavy hand roaming. But our relationship turned course again, so here I am looking like the indecisive girl he thinks I am. I pull into my apartment complex that I pay too much rent for when I’m barely ever there. Noticing Kim’s car not around, I’m happy I’ll be by myself tonight. She’s no doubt out screwing some guy.

She’s the one responsible for bringing me to Aces. The first one who exposed me to The Invisibles. She chased Brady forever until finally giving up hope when Sadie never left his side. Brady never seemed like one to sleep around. Not like Trey, or Dex for that matter. Which reminds me of when I first saw Trey. In a corner by the bar with some girl pressed against the wall. I watched him devour her body, like I was some sick stalker girl, but it wasn’t his looks, or his actions, that kept my eyes glued. Actually, it wasn’t until they switched spots that my vision couldn’t veer away. It was how unemotional the whole thing seemed. Trey made the right sounds and his hands roamed where they should, but his eyes swam across the bar while he did it. Never closing his eyelids once and never with a look of enjoyment across his face. When he caught me staring, he winked and smirked, making me immediately concentrate on my drink.

From that point, I became fixated on why he did what he did. Kim would take me to Aces every week trying to put the moves on Brady. Every week Trey was with someone else, but all the same movements, all the same noises and eyes always open. Then I found him in my class last semester and was drawn to him even more because of his fun and easy going side. He was always chatting away with everyone around him, joking around, like they were all his long-time friends.

So, when I spotted the band in the airport, I wanted to appear aloof, uncaring when Dex came over and showed me attention. Dex really was intriguing, but I already had something burning inside of me for Trey. I thought that would be my time for a mindless screw a few times during the one week I’d had any free time, since my sister was diagnosed with cancer last year. But everything shifted, and I couldn’t do it, I wanted more than one night.

Once I insert the key in my door, my phone begins to ring from my pocket. Barely entering, I fumble in my doorway, turning on the lights. I roll my eyes when I see who it is.

“I’m at home,” I tell her and I already know the words that will come out of her mouth before they do.

“You better not be alone,” she states, silence in the background.

“Yes, alone.” I toss my purse and keys on the table, and shrug my coat off as I make my way to the living room.

“What happened? You should have been halfway to third by now.” She laughs, and I hear Caden join in behind her. “I thought you said this guy knew his way around women?” She giggles again.

“Nate showed up at the bar,” I inform her, and her giggles cease instantly.

“Why the hell was that bastard there? Please, tell me he didn’t have the nerve to come up to you.” Anger overriding over her humor now.

“Oh, he had the nerve. Came right up to me and even sat in the booth. Lucky for me it was right before the last song, so Trey came down all alpha male and demanded him to leave. Knowing Nate you know he had to get the last word. So, he told—,”

“Trey that you slept with him. What a fucking asshole,” she seethes through the phone, and I hear Caden asking her who and what. “Did you hit him? For the love of God, tell me you hit the prick,” my sister continues her rant on Nate.

“No, Jen,” I say, rolling my eyes at her very different personality than mine.

“You should have. You should’ve kneed him right in the nuts. That’s what I would’ve done.”

“We all know what you would have done,” Caden yells in the background, and I laugh.

“Besides the prick, why aren’t you in those tattooed arms instead of sitting on the couch ready to pop in Leap Year for the millionth time?” I toss the DVD out of my hand.

“It’s complicated, Jen.” I don’t want to make her feel guilty for things out of her control. Not to mention, nothing means more to me than her, Caden, and the kids. They’re my family.

“Kai, you’re twenty-two. Get out there and have fun. I know we ask a lot of you—” she starts her usual speech about having fun with guys my age. Play the field, but isn’t that how I ended up in Nate Gibson’s bed to begin with.

“I wouldn’t change anything, Jen, other than—.”

“Me not dying. Yeah, me too. I know you like this Trey guy, Kailey, and don’t let what’s happening here deter you from dating him. You deserve happiness.”

“Thanks, sis,” I say. “I was going to call you tomorrow, but since I have you, I’m bringing him over tomorrow to meet you, Caden, and the kids.”

“WHAT!” she screams, and I pull the phone away from my ear. “I thought you liked him. Are you trying to make him run for the hills?” Her humor slash concern fills the receiver.

“If he’s going to break my heart, I want it to happen now when it’s not completely his yet. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, it does. So, what time should we expect you?” Jen relents, knowing what an important move this is for me.

“He’s meeting me at the park at ten, then we’ll walk over. It might only be me,” I say, taking a deep breath.

“From what you say, I doubt it will be. Caden will prepare something for lunch.” She yawns into the phone.

“Tell him not to go to too much trouble. Good night, Jen,” I say into the phone.

“Hey, baby sis!” Her voice stops me right before I press end.

“Yeah,” I quickly answer.

“Don’t overwork that rabbit tonight, imagining it’s Trey.” She laughs hysterically as the line disconnects.

Rolling my eyes and giggling to myself, I finally end the call. Lying sprawled on my back on the couch, my thoughts go to my sister, how much I love her and already miss her even though she’s still a phone call away—for now. Unsure of what Trey’s response will be tomorrow when I finally divulge about my sister and my plan to stay with Caden and the kids after she leaves us to make the transition as smoothly as possible. I could never blame him if he decides this is all too much for him. He might say I’m the reason his heart beats with excitement, but I doubt that’s enough to change your life for.


Chapter 8

Trey

I walk up to the park and there’s no sign of Kailey, so I take a seat on a park bench, pulling my phone out. The playground is filled with kids laughing and running around while their parents appraise me skeptically. I guess some guy with tattoos and piercings all by himself in a park full of children could make people uneasy. Checking my watch, it’s ten after ten, and still no Kailey.

After she walked away from me last night, leaving me alone on a different park bench, I did something I haven’t done in forever, I went home by myself on a Friday night. Leaving the lights off, I walked through the dark hallways and up the staircase to my room. Shrugging off my clothes and climbing into the shower, I allowed my body to succumb under the warm stream of water. From her non-verbal language, whatever she had to tell me was serious, and it scared me that we’ll be over before we really even began. I grabbed a pair of boxers and slid under my covers, wondering what the hell she was going to reveal to me, realizing I’ll have to be straight with her. If she can share with me, I better have the balls to share back. If she thinks she’s worried about how I’ll react to her news, she has no idea how scared shitless I am just thinking about revealing my past actions.

“Finally,” I mumble when I see that brown hair shining with so many auburn streaks from the sunlight it was almost red coming towards me. Her body tenses and straightens until her eyes reach mine. Instantly, her lips turn up, and I wish I could say whatever she has to say, doesn’t matter. I’m hers, no matter what comes out of her mouth.

“Hey,” she softly says and takes a seat next to me on the bench. Wrapping my arm around her, I take my other hand and place a finger under her chin and kiss her.

“Good morning,” I whisper. See that, parents, I’m not some pervert spying on your kids.

“You want to go for a walk, there’s a trail?” She points her finger toward the wooded area.

“Sure,” I agree and stand up, holding my hand for her to take. Her shaky hand clasps mine, and I hold it firmer and tighter.

Pine needles and stray branches break under our feet as we follow the gravel path. Silence remains between us until we’re a little further into the wooded surroundings. The path is void of activity, except for the sounds of animals scurrying from tree to tree. “So,” her voice shaky, “I want to start off by saying, I like you, Trey.”

“Feelings mutual,” I chime in, but she stops walking and turns towards me.

Her lips turn up in a small smile and uneasiness surrounds me that she brought me here to end this between us. “My sister Jen, is dying. She has a rare form of liver cancer called Fibrolamellar-Hepatocellular Carcinoma.” Her voice steady while she lets the statement roll of her tongue, sounding like she just introduced herself to a twelve step program. She turns and starts walking again.

My feet move a little faster, trying to catch up to her. “I’m sorry, Kailey.” I lightly clasp my hand on her elbow.

“I know, everyone is,” she says while her eyes remain forward. “Before you ask, there’s nothing else we can do. No more surgeries, or chemo. Me being her closest living relative, I’ve been poked and prodded every way imaginable, and I can’t even help her.” Her voice shakes, and she wipes a lone tear from her cheek. “That’s why I was in Colorado, there’s a medical team starting an experimental treatment. It was the last hope, but the results came back Monday and according to them we don’t meet the criteria. I’m sorry for lying to you,” she apologizes as her eyes find mine. Those green gems focus in on mine like always to find out exactly what I’m thinking. The trouble is for once, I don’t know what to say. I’m sure she’s heard sorry a zillion times. Searching my brain for something more meaningful to say, I stare down at her, and her pleading eyes tell me she wants something, anything from me.

I pull her to me, wrapping my arms around her smaller frame. Her body starts to shake and her breathing stutters. Keeping my lips sealed, I comfort her while she releases all the pent up emotions, figuring we’ll finish this conversation when she’s ready. Without skipping a beat, she pulls back and brushes her hand against the wetness of my hoodie. “I’m sorry,” she repeats again.

“Hey, don’t be sorry about anything. I wish I knew what the hell to say. Believe me, I wish things were different for you.” I reach for her again, but she shuts me down and turns back toward the path. The sun streams down through the trees, and I stay grounded, watching the girl who just finished taking my heart. In such a short time, she took hold of it, and I’ll never get it back the same way—not that I want it back.

“You don’t understand, Trey. The doctors say a few months at most. Six if we’re lucky. She has a family, a husband and kids. My responsibility is to them. That’s why this thing between us, I don’t know what will happen,” she continues talking, even though I’m a few steps back. “I won’t have time. I’m barely hanging on right now between school, picking up the kids, and work. Caden, her husband, does what he can, but he has to work for the benefits and money. We’ve made plans that after Jen...passes, I’ll move in with Caden and the kids temporarily.”

“I’ll help you,” the words leave my mouth before I can even debate if she would even accept it. Hell, you can see how she’s barely living. All of her actions from the last two weeks finally begin to come together. At this point, staring at her so torn apart, I’d let her screw me for fun and toss me aside, leaving me in a wake of heartbreak. It might kill me in the end, but if it made her happy for even a moment, I’d gladly participate. I’ll do anything to make this girl happy, anything to make her life a little easier.

She stops and looks at me again. “Thank you,” her sincerity clear, “but I can’t ask you to do that. The reason I asked you to come here is, if we continue this—relationship,” she says, and I think damn right it’s a relationship, “you have to know, I can’t always go to your shows or out to the bars. We won’t be like a normal dating couple. That’s not to say, I don’t want to try. I do. But I completely understand—.”

“I do,” I say simply. “We’ll find ways to see each other. Even if it’s just a movie with me massaging your feet at two in the morning.”

She smiles up at me, the first true one to grace her lips since last night. “Okay, but if at any time you want out, tell me. I’ll understand.” At that statement, words won’t be enough. So, I grab her by her shoulders and pull her into me, letting my lips be the first contact. Leaning her against the thick tree truck, I bring my hands up to her face and pour everything I feel for her into this kiss. Hoping it allows her to realize she’s all I want, and I’ll take her anyway I can have her.

We remain tongue tied for a few minutes and when I pull back, I commit the smile spread across her face to memory. “Thank you, Trey,” she whispers.

“You have nothing to thank me for, being with you could be the most selfish thing I’ve ever done in my life. Trust me, Kailey, I’ll take you anyway I can get you,” I say back, and when my lips beg to be on hers again, I don’t deny them.

After making out, like teenagers hidden from their parents in the woods, I grab her hand and start to walk out of the park. “So, there’s one more thing,” she devilishly smiles up to me.

“What?” I ask scrunch my eyebrows.

“Do you want to meet my sister and her family?” Her lips turn up so high, there’s no way I’d decline the offer, even if all the blood just drained from my veins.

“I’d love that,” I tell her and squeeze her hand in mine.

“Good, they’re expecting us for lunch,” she says as a small giggle escapes her mouth when I stop in my tracks.

Now?” I clarify, and she bites her lower lip and nods her head. “Why the hell not? Sister has to be better than the parents, right?” I joke, still scared slightly.

“I guess,” she shrugs. I pick her up, toss her over my shoulder and smack her ass. “Hey now!” she squirms.

“Now that I’m your boyfriend, I get to smack this fine ass as much as I want,” I arrogantly tease her, trying to ignore the bewildering stares of the parents.

“It’s all yours,” she places her own hands on my ass, slapping it like she’s playing the drums. “Just remember, what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine,” she jokes before grabbing my ass, making me wish I was taking her home rather than to her sister’s.

“After your sister’s, I’ll be showing you what’s mine,” I tell her seriously, stopping outside my car, letting her body slide down mine. “Thank you for trusting me,” I change our fun moment to serious, and she cups my cheeks, her eyes remaining on mine.

“Something tells me you’re worth it,” she says and rises up on her tiptoes to kiss me. When I open my passenger side door and she scoots in, I secretly pray she’s right.

Kailey instructs me down the two side streets. There’s a beat up white Honda outside the house and she tells me to park behind it. The small beige two-story All-American house, it even displays the requisite American Flag hanging from the pole attached to the siding. The small front porch is decorated in an Easter theme of pastel bunnies and eggs. It’s the dream home little girls probably envision when they’re younger. That living happily ever after shit with a husband, two kids, and house in suburbia. Kailey pats my leg, similar to what I did that night she was going to hang out with the gang in Breckenridge. Giving her my best smile, I try to keep my nervousness at bay. I open my door and walk around to open hers. As she steps out, the front door swings open and there’s the little girl from the airport, running out of the house.

“Chloe!” I hear a man’s voice yell from inside and the guy who picked Kailey up from the airport appears in the doorway. Seeing Kailey, he waves his hand and walks back into the house.

“Hey, girly,” Kailey bends down and allows the girl to run into her arms before wrapping them tightly around her.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she sighs to Kailey.

“I’m sorry, do you want to meet my friend?” Kailey picks her up and faces me.

“Hi, Trey!” The little girl says without introduction. Kailey looks at her in disbelief. “What? You talk about him all the time,” the girl continues, much to Kailey’s chagrin.

“Hi, Chloe,” I say and raise my hand for a high five and she slaps it right away. “It’s nice to meet you,” I tell her and I notice her eyes roaming my body.

“You have a lot of drawing on your body.” Kailey laughs, and I chuckle.

“Yeah,” I agree, having no idea what else to say. I’ve never had to be around little kids before.

“They’re called tattoos,” Kailey informs her, and Chloe just continues her stares. “Let’s go in, there’s two other little ones for you to meet.” She rustles the hair on Chloe’s head and lets her down. Once her small feet hit the grass, she’s off and inside the house.

“Sorry, kids have no filter,” Kailey says, taking my hand in hers.

“No problem.” I become more nervous the closer we come to the house. You can do this, Trey Michaels, you lo–like this girl.

Once we get on the porch, I suck in one more deep breath and follow Kailey into the warm and welcoming house. My body instantly calms when I enter, noticing all the pictures of family that fill the walls. Seriously, I’ve never seen so many pictures in all my life. Most look to have been taken recently, and I half wonder if it’s because her sister is dying. “I just recently surprised Jen with a photo shoot I did of the kids,” Catching me checking out all the pictures, Kailey whispers to me.

“They’re amazing,” I say, allowing my hands to graze across one of all three of the kids surrounding a woman a few years older than Kailey. The uncanny resembles evident, telling me exactly what she’ll look like in ten years. “I had no idea you were a photographer.”

She laughs. “I’m not, but it was for class. Jen hasn’t had time to unpack all of the family photos since they moved in, so I did it for their anniversary.” She winks at me, obviously remembering our project that I had to beg Professor Hodges to be allowed to make-up. Crap, which reminds me I only have until Monday to finish it. “You want to borrow my camera?” she asks, noticing my rambling thoughts about my project.

“The pictures I want to take can’t be seen by anyone, but me.” I mention, pulling her closer and kissing her neck. “But if you’re up for it, I won’t complain,” I whisper, and she pats my chest.

“I’m sure something could be arranged,” she teases and scurries out of my embrace.

“Oh young love, isn’t it great, Caden,” the same woman from the pictures says, walking into the room.

“Remember those days, sweetheart. Before diapers, bottles, late night feedings, screaming—” Caden says.

“And Cancer,” Jen adds and the room goes silent. “Ugh, they never appreciate my jokes,” she says directly to me, holding her hand out. “Jen Campbell,” she introduces herself.

“It’s nice to meet you. Trey Michaels.” I present my best smile her way.

“So, I’ve heard.” She loops her arm through mine. “Come in, let me show you some embarrassing pictures of Kailey.” She giggles, rising her eyebrows in Kailey’s direction, who just shakes her head, allowing her sister to take me away.

We walk further into the house to what I assume is the family room, filled with toys, a large screen television, and an oversized couch. Blankets and pillows fill a recliner to be a make shift bed. She passes that and takes me right to the couch with Caden and Kailey in tow. “So, Trey, tell me about yourself. I already know the easy stuff, you’re an architecture major from Oberlin, and my favorite–play drums in a band called The Invisibles. Which by the way, kind of a lame ass name, you boys couldn’t come up with anything better?” I chuckle at her straight forwardness and catch Kailey’s eyes. “Oh, she’s no help, so don’t bother looking her way. All she tells me about is your body.” Her eyes appraise my body, like I’m a Chippendale dancer, and she looks at Kailey. “Great description, sis. His arms might not be as big as you described,” her hand clasps around my bicep, “but that face. Mmm—a girl could lost in those eyes.”


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