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Inked Hearts 1-3 : A Romance Collection(7)
Author: Crystal Kaswell

Dean has no intention of fucking Kaylee.

And Walker is right. She'd never give him the time of day.

Dean wants me to snap and tell him to go fuck himself. It's not happening. The shit that goes through my head is a lot worse than this.

He presses on anyway. "The girl looks at you like you set her panties on fire. You could snap your fingers and have her on her knees."

"You want to hear this shit or not?" Ryan's voice hits that I mean business tone.

Dean nods. "I have a lot more shit to give Brendon, but fine."

"Manning is selling the shop," Ryan says.

Fuck.

Every bit of joy falls from Dean's expression.

Even Walker looks surprised.

"He's giving us the option to buy him out. Any of us. Or all four of us. It's not cheap, but it's doable." Ryan stares back at his brother. "You listening now?"

Dean nods.

Ryan takes a minute to go into the numbers. I'm the only person with enough to buy out the place. But that would mean adding more time to the mortgage.

There's no way I'm doing that.

But there's no way I'm letting this shop slip through my fingers either. This place is the best thing in my life.

"We have two weeks," Ryan says. "Think about it. Check your shit. We'll talk."

He nods goodbye to his brother.

Ryan shakes his head as he watches Dean and Walker return to their suites. He runs a hand through his shaggy hair. Shakes his head. "They're such kids."

"They are kids," I say.

His expression gets sincere. Caring. It's a rarity for him. He's been sulking over his broken heart, avoiding anything that even resembles earnest emotion, for ages now. "They're fucking immature, but they're right."

"I ask for your opinion?"

"I ask you to invite your crush to hang out here so you can stare at her ass?"

"She was here for two minutes."

"Yeah, she never hangs out here."

"She helps out for free."

"That's why she's here, love of our bottom line?"

"You have a point?"

"My idiotic brother is right. She's not gonna wait around for you forever. And you shouldn't either." He motions to the business card in my hand. "She was cute."

"Not interested."

"You don't need to marry her. Just go out. Have fun. Realize there are more fish in the sea."

"Really?"

"Fuck off. I can be a hypocrite if I want." He is. He's been scorched Earth about romance since his ex left. There are no other fish in the sea. Not for Ryan.

"She's almost as young as Kaylee."

"She invited you to a bar." Ryan shrugs. "Your life. Do what you want." He motions to Anna's number. "You keep saying you don't want to be with Kay. If you mean it, then prove it. At least to yourself."

 

 

Chapter Six

 

 

Kaylee

 

 

There are a dozen boxes in the living room. The space is empty. Sparse. Soulless.

Mom is sitting on the couch, one hand in her lap, the other playing with the silver palm-tree tag attached to her plain black suitcase. She might as well scream we're leaving California, we're leaving you, we're leaving our lives entirely.

She stands.

Her gestures are small. Quiet.

Her steps are nearly silent.

She picks her purse off the kitchen table and slides it onto her shoulder with tender care. Like it's some piece of fine China and not something we bought at TJ Maxx for forty dollars.

The table—the one that gives me bruises every time I bump into it in the dark—is one of the only things of ours left.

Okay, that's not fair. Most of the furniture is here. We're subletting the place furnished. For college kids, the ones that go to Santa Monica College on their parent's dime, the ones who can afford to have fun.

I shake my head. I'm not going to get jealous. Emma is one of those people. She can't help that she and Brendon inherited a fortune. She can't help that she isn't wound tighter than a ball of twine.

I have time, money, and space for fun.

The only thing stopping me is me.

"I wish we had more time." Mom's voice is as sad as her smile. She unwraps her arms, opening herself and inviting me in.

I don't want her invitation.

I want to tell her to go fuck herself. She can't un-invite me from my life then offer comfort. That's bullshit.

Them being vague about the details of Grandma's condition—that's bullshit.

It's not like Grandma is some relative we never see. She's practically my best friend. She taught me how to curl my hair, how to make an almond butter and jelly sandwich (cooking is one thing I still can't master), how to tell which games at the boardwalk were rigged (most of them).

We used to play with dolls and Legos and even Dad's Star War's figurines.

Now, it's more talk about boys and hair and school, but we're just as close. She calls every week. At least.

I want to yell and scream.

But I won't. I never do.

Someone has to be the one in control. The one who keeps it together.

Someone has to be the one everyone can count on.

I accept my mom's hug. I sink into it. I try to find comfort in the embrace, but it feels like betrayal.

They should have asked me.

This is my life too.

I don't want things to change. I don't want them to leave. I don't want Grandma to die.

But I can't stop any of it.

I'm not in control here.

Not even a little.

I release my mom's embrace and take a step backward.

Dad is waiting at the kitchen table, his hands in his pockets, his eyes on the floor.

He looks up at me. His hazel eyes fill with pride. "Kay, I'm going to miss you so much. We'll call every day. And visit as soon as we can." He smiles. "Or we can fly you out to visit with Grandma. How would that be?"

I want to tell him to throw away his shitty consolation prize, but I don't. The thought of visiting Grandma is too inviting. The affection in his voice is too earnest. "Okay."

He steps forward and pulls me into a hug. "I'm so proud of you. We all are. You're going to ace your classes."

My mouth gets sticky. Everyone is sure I'm going to excel. Everyone expects me to get everything right, all the time. It's a lot of pressure. Even if most of it comes from myself. "Thanks, Dad."

"You're such a bright young woman. I'm not sure what we did to get so lucky. I love you so much, baby girl."

"I love you too."

He steps backward. Reaches for his suitcase, the black one with the plain red tag.

He looks to Mom. "I guess we better go. Security at LAX is always a nightmare."

Mom nods. "Are you going to be okay alone, Kay? We can drop you off at the Kanes' house."

I shake my head. I need to say goodbye to everything.

And I need to figure out how I'm going to survive constant proximity to Brendon. He's off limits.

I know that.

I just don't know how to convince my body or my heart to get on board with the get over Brendon plan.

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