This time, my heart doesn’t just hiccup, it stops beating all together as I watch Colin Fairgood step out of his truck in paralyzed horror. When he sees me, standing there with Beau, whose hands are still curled around my upper arms, Colin freezes, too. At first he looks confused, like somebody who thinks he’s got the wrong address.
But then his whole face hardens, his eyes becoming two rocks of blue ice.
33
“What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On?” Colin asks us between clenched teeth.
Honestly, my first instinct is to run. I actually look toward my car and think of jumping into it. Peeling out of the driveway and speeding away, not stopping until I'm somewhere safe. And far, far away from here.
Except Colin's car is now blocking mine. And his blue gaze keeps me pinned to the spot, unable to move, unable to answer, even.
“What are you doing here, Colin?” Josie asks. Her worried eyes land on Beau and me, but for much different reasons than the ones that have Colin staring us down.
“I got your wedding invitation in the mail.” Colin answers but his eyes stay riveted on me. “Thought I'd stop by, try to bury the hatchet since I'm in the neighborhood seeing about my mama's house.”
Too late, I remember his mother doesn't just have the one house where she died up in Tennessee. She has two. The one in Brentwood. And the colonial up the street, where she lived for years before Colin moved her up to Tennessee.
Colin looks from me to Beau then back to me again. The same question Josie just asked him clear on his face but directed at me. He wants to know why I'm here. In Alabama. At the house of a man he hates and the woman he at one time claimed to be in love with.
I step away from Beau and turn to face Colin. Not because I'm brave, but because I can't see any other way out of this.
“I… um… I took a job working with Josie and Beau after we met in Birmingham. They're the generous employers I told you about.”
Colin goes very, very still. And it doesn't seem like his mouth is hardly moving at all when he answers, “You mean the employers you didn't tell me anything about. Because you knew I wouldn't have taken any of your calls if I knew you were working for him.”
Josie, bless her heart, steps in then, getting between Colin and me.
“Colin… I know this looks bad. But you can't blame this on Kyra. She's a good person, a very sweet soul, and she didn't tell you she was working for us because…” she shoots an apologetic look at Beau, before confessing, “because I told her not to.”
“What?” both Colin and Beau say together.
And Josie holds up her hands. “Just let me explain,” she says, looking between both of them before deciding to direct her words at Colin. “I knew Kyra was right about you needing a friend after your mama's passing… but I also knew there wasn't any way you'd accept Kyra's friendship if you knew it was coming through me.”
“So you sicced her on me?” Colin nearly yells.
Before she can answer, Beau says. “Josie, what the hell is going on here!? Why is Fairgood in my driveway talking about you siccin' Kyra on him?”
“I was only trying to help him, Beau!” Josie insists. “He used to be my best friend and he was hurting and he didn't have anyone left to talk to. What kind of person would I be if I didn't try to help him? I know paying Kyra a little extra to check in on him wasn't exactly the most upstanding thing to do in the world. But that's what I do when I see people who need help. I try to help them.”
Colin's eyes narrow on Josie now. “Let me get this straight. You paid Kyra to be my friend? Like that was part of her job description? To do whatever she does for Beau and be my friend?”
I cringe, because that had been our deal exactly. After talking for a little bit outside Colin's hotel room, she'd called me up the next day to ask if I'd be interested in becoming Beau's live-in aide, since his old one was preparing to move on to another client now that Beau had met his rehabilitation goals. When Josie described my duties, I explained it was too little work for me to charge her my regular rate. She'd gone quiet for a second, then come back with a new deal: my regular rate to do a much easier job than I was used to, plus keeping in touch with Colin to provide the support Josie could no longer give him. And I'd taken it. Because at the time, I didn't think Colin would actually talk to me. I still remember thinking I'd need to figure out something else to justify my regular rate once it was clear Colin refused to talk to me.
But then he hadn't refused to talk to me. And things had gone on from there, getting out of hand, real quick. Now I was here in Beau and Josie's driveway, unable to even say something cliché like, “Let me explain,” because really, there was nothing to explain. Colin had nailed it.
But Josie, saint that she is, tries to take all the blame.
“Yes, that's what I did, and you have every right to be angry. But not at Kyra. It wasn't her idea, and I honestly don't think she would have kept calling if she didn't think she was helping you by providing an ear.”
Colin goes silent for a second, obviously digesting all that. Then he says, “So you paid her to be my friend. Did you also pay her to fuck me?”
Josie's eyes go wide, and now I have two people looking at me like they didn't know me at all.
“No,” I say, into the heavy silence that follows Colin's question. “That was more like a bonus.”
Colin shakes his head at me. “So you told Josie about our history. About all that stuff between you and Lancer, and then you decided to go along with her plan to dupe me?”
“No, it wasn't like that!” I start, grateful that for once he hadn't gotten the situation exactly right.
But then Josie says, “Lancer? Is he talking about Mike Lancer?”
I clamp my lips together. “Yes… um… I wasn't completely truthful before,” I admit to her. “I have a little bit of history with Mike Lancer. A summer fling that didn't mean anything. It was a long time ago. And that's actually how I first met Colin. I didn't think he'd remember me, but he did.”
“Why didn't you tell me?” Josie asks, her pretty brown eyes wide with shock.
“For a lot of reasons,” I answer. “Starting with it's super embarrassing I ever had anything to do with a guy who turned out to be an abusive psycho.”
Josie's face melts into a sympathetic expression. “Well, that I can understand.” She turns to explain to Colin, “You see we've been having a lot of problems with Mike, ever since I helped his wife escape their abusive marriage. He's been harassing us at the shelter, and he even threatened Kyra while she was at the grocery store. I can see why she'd be embarrassed to admit she was ever… involved with him.”
“Seriously, Jo-Jo? You understand why she bold-faced lied to you?” Colin asks, cutting her off. “Because from where I'm standing, Mike Lancer ain't the only psycho you're dealing with. She didn't tell you and Beau about her history with me or Mike. And she didn't tell me she was working for you two. I'm assuming she also didn't tell you two she was planning to quit this job and move in with me.”
“What?” Josie says. “You're quitting? Why?”
Colin answers before I can, “I'm guessing because this situation wasn't cushy enough for her anymore. She found another sucker to feed off of like a tick, so she was going to dump you.”
He cuts himself off with a curse. “Dammit, I knew I should have had you vetted. With any other girl, I would have.” He jams a finger into his temple. “But you got into my head. All that pretending to not want anything to do with me after our first time at the cabin-that was brilliant. I had no idea I was walking straight into your long con.”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “That's not how it was. Not at all. I was thinking about quitting even before I got involved with you. And I know I would have before the baby came.”
Josie hands go to her stomach, as if covering the eyes of the life housed within it. “What does our baby have to do with this?” she asks me.
I shake my head. I don't answer. I can't an
swer. I've spent near my whole life acting like the answer to that question doesn't exist.
And in the ugly silence that follows her question, Beau says, “Josie, honey, you're a good person, so you don't have any experience with this kind of thing. But Colin and I know how bad these obsessed fans can get. So I need you to go inside and let us handle this.”
Now my eyes widen bigger than Josie's. “No, that's not it! I'd never do anything to hurt Josie, or you, or the baby! Please, you have to believe me.”
“Why should I believe anything you say?” Beau asks me. “From what I've heard, all you've done is lie to me. To all of us.”
“Yes, but…” Helpless tears spring to my eyes. “I had my reasons. I couldn't tell the truth.”
“Josie get inside, call the police, and start working on one of those restraining orders you do so well,” Beau says, like my explanation is certain proof he's called it right. Then he says to me, “You packin', sweetheart?”
“No!” Things are spiraling so fast. I can barely get one defense together before they're throwing another accusation at me.
“Tell me now,” Beau says, his face harder than I've ever seen it. “I won't let you hurt Josie.”
“I'm not packing a gun and I'm not what you think I am.”
Now Beau's expression goes tight with skepticism. “So you're saying you haven't watched every one of my pro games then?”
I stop, my heart freezing inside my chest. “Y-yes, actually I have but-”
“And if I went upstairs and opened up your laptop, you're telling me I wouldn't find a bunch of files on me and Colin?” he asks.
My bottom lip trembles with the effort to keep it together, but somehow I once again bring myself to tell him the truth.
“There's not one on Colin. Just on you.”
A beat of shocked silence. Then Beau says, “Well, Fairgood, I guess it's two to three now. Can't say I'm particularly happy to have won this particular contest.”
It takes me a second to get his meaning, and then I remember the girlfriend Colin stole from Beau in high school. What he's trying to say is Colin got that girl, and Beau got two. One he wanted… and one who'd weaseled her way into his life. He couldn't have insulted me more if he wanted to.
“No,” I say. “I never set my sights on you, Beau. Josie offered me this job and I took it. But that's it.”
“So that's your story?” Beau asks, his voice flat with disbelief. “You were just some innocent, crazy stalker fan who just so happened to fall into a job helping out the object of your obsession.”
“No, that's not my story,” I answer, my face twisting up with defensive anger. “I'm not obsessed with you. I don't like even like football!”
Colin shakes his head. “So what then? You thought you were in love with Beau because he's good lookin', and you said you were in love with me because you finally figured out you didn't have a chance with him?”
“What? Ew, no! I'm not in love with Beau. Not like that. Ew!” I say it again, because the unnecessary image Colin puts in my head completely turns my stomach.
“Then what is it?” Josie demands. “I suggest you start talking now, because you owe all of us an explanation. I trusted you…”
I know she did, and I feel terrible that I've betrayed her trust. I don't want her thinking even for a moment that I ever had any designs on Beau. She's right. I have to tell them the truth. I owe them all the truth.
I address Josie, because she was the last one to speak, and if I'm being honest, the easiest one to look in the eye. The truth, as it turns out, isn't that complicated. It's just three words I've never said out loud.
“Beau's my brother.”
Silence.
And I continue on, “I'm his sister. His half-sister. My mother and his father had an affair when she was the live-in servant here, and my mother got pregnant. With me. That's why they fired her. But my father-Mr. Prescott-he set us up in an apartment, gave my mother a monthly allowance, and that allowed her not to work while she pursued her singing career. So I guess that was something.”
I finally bring myself to look at Beau.
“I'm sorry,” I whisper. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't know how, and I was afraid you'd reject me even if I did. Our father-Mr. Prescott-never acknowledged my existence. Never let me call him daddy when he came by to visit my mama. Never. Then he died and-”
“No,” Beau says, cutting me off. “You're a liar. You're lying now. And that's craziest story yet.”
I shake my head. “I'm not.”
I try to go toward him, but he backs away from the sound of my incoming steps, like I'm toxic waste come asking for a cuddle.
“No,” he says, his voice harsh with anger. “Get out of here.”
“Beau-”
“Get out of here before I call the police,” he says.
Then he takes the choice of continuing the conversation out of my hands by turning and going back into the house.
“Beau…” Josie calls, running after him.
But I don't have enough energy left to go after him, try to explain some more. My stomach filling up with regret, I watch my half-brother walk away, just like I've always been scared he would if he found out about me. Heart cracking with sorrow, I watch the front door open, then close. On the conversation. On the situation. On me.
And that leaves just me and Colin.
“I'm sorry,” I say to him quietly. “I never meant to hurt you.”
Colin looks at me, his face harsh with pain. “You think all you did was hurt me?” he asks.
“Colin…” I say, turning to face him. “I am sorry. I am so sorry. I couldn't be sorrier. Please believe that.”
Colin just shakes his head, obviously not believing a word of that. “I told you I had trust issues.”
“I know,” I say, feeling like the worst person on Earth. “I know you did.”
“And you fucking lied to me anyway.”
“I wanted to tell you, I just…” I shake my head. “I didn't know how. But I wanted to-”
“Do you think I would have showed you the real me if I'd known I was just a paycheck? Some pity move from Josie?”
“It was more than that,” I tell him, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please believe me.”
“I don't believe you, because I don't trust you anymore!” he roars at me. “I was all in with you. This morning you had me wanting to write a whole album of love songs, because for once I didn't felt like I was all alone in this fucking world. But you been playing me from the start!”
I can almost feel the pain radiating off of him. Like it's my own, and God, I want to hug him so bad. Comfort him, help him get over what I did. But I know he'd never let me, so instead I rush to tell him, “Colin, no, I-I meant what I said this weekend. I did. I almost told you last night. And then I tried again this morning, but you were on the phone…”
I stop, realizing what this all must sound like to him. A bunch of excuses for doing the inexcusable. For lying to him the whole time about who I was and why I'd called him in the first place.
I clamp my lips together and shake my head, not knowing what else to say or how to explain that despite all my lies, I really do love him.
All I can do is make myself meet his eyes, and then try not to cry when I see the tears shining there.
“You think you hurt me?” he asks, his voice just as broken as his eyes. “You're not giving yourself enough credit for doing your job well, Kyra. You destroyed me.”
Somehow his using my real name makes me feel even worse, like I've just completely killed the man who kissed me good-bye this morning. The man who was willing to take that leap off of love's cliff with me.
But I only have to feel this way for a little while. Soon enough, his eyes shutter to a neutral setting I recognize, and I can see him transforming back into the closed-off person I used to think he was before all the phone calls and the universe-rocking sex. Especially when he finishes with, “I hope you got paid well for it.”
“Colin-” I start to tell him everything I said when we were together was true. That he thinks I tricked him into showing me the real him, but he got more of the real me while we were together than I've ever given to any other man.
But I don't get the chance because he walks away then. No good-byes or threats. Just the thunk of his cowboy boots against the gravel driveway. Then he's back in his truck, pulling backwards out of the long driveway so fast, I'm half afraid he'll run into something.
But he doesn't. The black Silverado pulls out and takes off down the street with no regard whatsoever for the little community's posted ten mile an hour speed limit.
And all I can do is stand there in front of my half-brother's closed door, watching the love of my life drive away.
34
I don’t even try to get my stuff out of Beau and Josie’s house. After Colin leaves, I just get in my car and drive. Drive and don’t stop for anything but gas until I arrive home in front of my grandma’s cabin.
My grandma appears on the porch before I’m even all the way out of the car.
“What you doing here, Best Grandbaby?” she asks me with a worried look on her wrinkled brown face.
It’s the “Best Grandbaby” that breaks me. I run to her and fall into her frail arms, sobbing.
“Oh, what’s this all about? Come here, baby, come over here.” I get a weird sense of déjà vu as Grandma leads me over to the porch swing, because this is exactly what she did when I was near fit to cry myself a pond after my mother left for Los Angeles.
“Whatever it is, it ain’t worth all of this,” she tells me.
I lay my head in her lap and I shake my head. “Everything’s ruined, and it’s all my fault!”
“I’m telling you, it isn’t. Now just talk to me, Best Grandbaby. Talk to me so I can help you.”
My grandma sounds so distressed by my distress that I tell her everything. Well, not everything—there is no way I’m ever going to give my grandma the full no-holds-barred details of what Colin did to me in bed—but everything else, I put it all on the table. And as I tell her my sad and stupid tale, one thing becomes very clear: she may call me her Best Grandbaby, but I’m barely better than the reckless daughter she stills regrets not raising right.
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