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Jerry:I wanna be with u.
Kylie:U should have told me that b4.
His pulse pounded in his ears.
Jerry:I’m telling u now. Can we talk in person?
Kylie:What about ur patch?
Jerry:Don’t care. Want to see and talk to u.
Kylie:U can’t break my heart & expect me to come running cuz u decide u want me now.
Jerry:I always wanted u.
Kylie:It’s not that easy. I have to think about it.
Jerry:Is there a chance?
Another long pause.
Kylie:Maybe. Gotta go.
Jerry:Later.
She didn’t say no, and he held on to that. They had to be together, because she was the only thing he’d ever done right in his fucking life. He couldn’t lose her just when he’d had her. Cursing himself for letting her slip through his fingers, he swore he’d get her back, even if it cost him his life.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
For the pastfew days, Kylie’s dad had avoided her, and when he did bump into her he’d only grunt out one-word sentences. Having him shut her out like that was like a knife gutting her from the inside out. She’d never seen him this angry at her before, and because it pained her, she took it out on Belle, lashing out at her for being a damn snoop. Needless to say, the household was tense, and the only one who talked at dinner was Ethan. He was so excited about his baseball camp, and Kylie was grateful for his idle chatter; otherwise, dinnertime would be more miserable than it’d been since she’d been found out.
The streetlights clicked on as the darkening sky melded into inkiness. The green grass and trees faded into shadows under the night sky. Kylie turned off the ignition and entered the house, her step light and bouncy. She’d just come back from the interview with the wildlife rescue job and she thought she’d nailed it. The woman told her she’d be hearing in the next few days since they had several applicants, but Kylie had a good feeling about it.
She opened the fridge and surveyed its contents, looking for something quick to eat. Since Belle’s back had been killing her, Emily and Kylie tried to help out with the cooking. Kylie was used to cooking for her dad after her mother had died, so she didn’t mind, but Emily acted like she’d received corporal punishment. Spotting two slices of extra cheese and green chilies pizza, she took them out along with a Diet Coke and sat at the kitchen table.
Since his text a few days before, she hadn’t heard from Jerry. She didn’t know what to make of it, and she wasn’t sure if she trusted him with her heart again. Even though her body craved him in the worst way, her heart was still recovering from the wounds he’d already inflicted. How could she trust a man who’d had a woman on his lap the minute she’d been out of his sight? Her dad had warned her that Jerry wasn’t capable of being faithful, and she demanded that much of any man.
Wiping the table, Kylie threw her pop can in the recycling bin and headed to the stairs. The muted volume on the television caught her attention, and she walked into the family room. She saw the back of her dad’s head as he sat on the couch watching wrestling. Seeing him alone, watching a sport they used to watch together, tore at her heart. She ambled over to the couch.
He raised his eyes and they settled on her face. Sitting down, she asked softly, “Are you still mad at me?” She heard him sigh. “‘Cause if you are, I get it, but it’s killing me.” Her voice cracked.
He stretched out his arm. “Come here.” She scooted over to him, and he hooked his arm around her and brought her head to rest against his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head. “Oh, honey… You know I can’t stay mad at you for too long.”
She sniffled. “I’m sorry I disappointed you.”
“You’ve never disappointed me. Pissed me the hell off, but never anything more than that.” He held her close to him. “How’ve you been?”
She broke away slightly. “Besides you icing me out, pretty good. I had a job interview today and it went real well. I really want the job.” She proceeded to tell her dad all about the interview and what she’d been up to since their fight a few days before.
“You know you don’t need to work.”
“I know, but I want to. I want to earn my own money. Anyway, I’m the only one of my friends who doesn’t have a job, and I’m getting bored.”
Banger chuckled, his blue eyes twinkling. “If that’s what you want, I’m sure you’ll get it. Employers look for enthusiasm too, and you got plenty of that. Where’d you say the interview was?”
“Downtown at the Empire building. I hope I get it.” She tucked her legs under her. “Want some company?”
“You’re the only one in the house who likes wrestling. I can’t get Belle interested in it at all.”
