The Kylie Ryans Series: Girl with Guitar, Girl on Tour, Girl in Love (extended edition)

by Caisey Quinn

  Kylie smiled at his concern and stood.

  “Claire Ann?”

  “No, I’m good. Our mom should be here soon and she’s bringing actual coffee instead of that watered-down gunk from the machines.” Her entire answer came without so much as a glance in Kylie’s direction.

  “Okay. Well, I’m gonna go grab myself a cup of watered-down gunk.” Kylie turned toward the door.

  Trace was preoccupied by something on his phone—probably a text from Pauly. Kylie had no idea how he’d feel about seeing his mom. All she knew was what she’d heard from Rae. They were estranged because his mom didn’t approve of his career choice.

  “Kylie?” Claire Ann stood to follow her. “Got a sec?”

  Kylie glanced over her shoulder as the exited the waiting room. “Well my fan club in the cafeteria is expecting me to sign autographs, but yeah, I can squeeze you in.”

  Trace’s sister gave her a tense smile. Probably not the best time for humor, but the woman made her uncomfortable.

  “Look,” she began as they stepped into the bright white sterile-looking hallway. “I just wanted to say that I appreciated you coming with Trace. I mean, I’m not super excited that ‘Trylie’ is an item again, just because I know what it did to him before. But I was glad he didn’t have to make the trip alone.”

  Kylie cringed internally at the nickname the media had given them last year. “Yeah, um, of course. And, Claire Ann? Pauly sort of gave me a message for you, but I got the feeling it wasn’t supposed to be passed along in front of your brother.”

  “Please tell me you haven’t said anything to Trace.”

  “I haven’t,” Kylie informed her. “But—”

  “Just tell me the message.”

  Kylie took a deep breath. She really didn’t want to have any secrets from Trace. But she got the feeling that getting back in his older sister’s good graces was going to take serious work and blabbing what was probably her biggest secret wouldn’t be a move in the right direction.

  “He said, ‘Tell Claire Ann I’m doing damage control for Trace and that I’ll be there as soon as I can.’”

  Claire Ann let out a loud breath. “Oh. Okay.”

  Kylie didn’t miss the disappointment that flashed in the other woman’s eyes.

  “Um, he also said to tell you that he loves you and to call him when you get a chance.”

  At that, Claire Ann’s mouth hinted at a smile and her eyes brightened.

  “So Pauly Garrett, huh? You know, I have always thought he was handsome…for an old guy.”

  “He’s forty-three. That’s not old,” Claire Ann snapped.

  Kylie grinned. “I know. I just wanted to see if he meant what I thought he meant when he said to tell you that he loved you.”

  Realizing she’d told her own secret, Claire Ann stiffened. “Look, it’s really none of anyone’s business who I—”

  “Whoa, relax.” Kylie met her panicked stare with what she hoped was a reassuring one. “My lips are sealed. I do think you should tell Trace though before he finds out some other way. But it’s none of my business, so I’ll just be in the corner practicing my Taylor Swift shocked face for when he does find out.”

  Trace’s sister smiled at her for the first time in as long as she could remember. “Thanks. And, um, I’m sorry I’ve been so cold to you. It’s just…” She trailed off and glanced at Trace through the small window in the waiting room door.

  “I understand,” Kylie said softly. “And with everything that’s going on, being nice to me is not something you should even be worried about.”

  “Yes it is,” Claire Ann argued. “He loves you. Therefore I love you. And Rae actually is your number one fan. If they told her you were here, she’d probably snap right out from under the sedation and start demanding to know every detail of how you and Trace reconciled.”

  Both women smiled. And then began to tear up.

  “Claire Ann, is she going to be okay? I mean, I heard what the doctor said, but aside from being unconscious, is there any other—”

  “They don’t know for sure.” Trace’s sister wiped at her eyes. “One of her legs is broken in several places, and with head injuries, only time will tell. So…we’ll see.”

  “She’ll be okay.” Kylie watched Trace trying to get comfortable on the sofa in the waiting room through the small window in the door. She had no idea how long it had been since he’d slept or eaten. Or if all this stress made him want to drink. “She has to be.”

  AGONIZED MOANS pulled Kylie from an already restless state somewhere between levels of unconsciousness.

  Rae had been moved into a private suite that was as big as Kylie’s living room in her apartment. So the furniture was slightly more comfortable than the ICU waiting room and she was thankful that she was allowed to be in the room now.

  But nurses came in and out every other hour, machines beeped constantly, and when the air kicked on it sounded like an eighteen-wheeler was driving through the vent.

  She opened her eyes and looked around.

  Rae was still unconscious, a fact that had everyone one edge. It was well past time for her to come to. Trace’s mom, a fifty-something woman who looked like a world-weary Claire Ann and spoke very little to anyone, was slumped in the chair closest to Rae’s bed. Claire Ann’s head rested on Pauly’s shoulder. They still hadn’t told Trace they were dating, but Kylie knew from chatting with Claire Ann that they were planning to once Rae was in stable condition.

  The source of the moaning stirred and jerked next to her. Kylie rubbed her eyes. Trace’s handsome face was contorted in a mask of pain and fear.

  “Ooh,” he moaned again. “Stop. Stop it,” he yelled out suddenly.

  “Trace.” Kylie wrapped her arms around him and kissed the side of his jaw. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here.”

  “Get your damn hands off her,” he slurred out.

  “Trace, hey.” She shook his shoulder a little less gently. “Trace, look at me.” He twitched, but whatever he was seeing in his sleep kept its grip on him. She slid her hand onto his inner thigh and squeezed. “Wake up, baby.”

  “Hmm?” His eyes opened slowly and she kissed him again.

  “You were having a bad dream.”

  He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times. “Oh. Shit. What time is it?” His voice was thick with sleep. He sat up straight and looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Which would’ve been comical in any other situation because she hadn’t showered in three days.

  “It’s almost seven. In the morning.”

  He put his arms around her and hauled her to his chest. “I’m sorry, baby. Did I wake you?”

  “It’s okay. I wasn’t really asleep.”

  Trace glanced around the room. “Well you were the only one.” His eyes lingered on Pauly and his sister. “Poor Pauly. Claire Ann’s probably drooling all over him.”

  “Um, he probably doesn’t mind.” Kylie placed an open mouth kiss on his neck to distract him. She let her hand slide higher up on his thigh.

  Trace leaned down and kissed her. She knew they both had god-awful breath as neither of them had had access to a toothbrush recently. But the way he held her tightly, as if he needed nothing more than her in that moment, needed that kiss, that contact, solidified what she already believed.

  This was love.

  It was not caring if your mouth tasted like month-old coffee. Or worse. It was silence when needed and sleeping on uncomfortable hospital furniture for days without complaint. It was someone to pull you from your nightmares with a kiss.

  It was walking away from your dream without a single regret.

  It was this.

  “You want to talk about it? Whatever it was that had you shouting in your sleep?” She snuggled her head into the nook between his shoulder and chin.

  “Not really,” he answered, his tone gruff and warning.

  “Might help,” she said softly.

  “Might send you running
for the hills.”

  Her head popped up and she met his tormented stare. His hazel eyes clouded over, causing her heart to hurt for him.

  “Trace, if you don’t know by now that you are stuck with me no matter what, then you must’ve missed something.”

  He chuckled, but it was a low, dark laugh. As if she’d made a cruel joke.

  “Hey.” She paused to kiss him once more. “I’m serious.”

  He inhaled sharply and his eyes lost focus, as if he’d gone somewhere else. “My dad was a drunk,” he began softly. “Which I think Rae has told you before.”

  Kylie nodded, afraid to speak for fear she’d say the wrong thing.

  “There’s more to it. More to me.”

  She snuggled closer to him. “There isn’t anything you can tell me that will change the way I feel about you, Trace.”

  He cleared his throat. “Yeah, well. It changes the way I feel about me so I try not to think about it. But ever since I stopped drinking, it’s been coming back to me. Hence the nightmares.”

  “I’m sorry, baby.”

  “Don’t be. Not your fault, Kylie Lou. The only person who’s to blame is six feet under, may his black soul not rest in peace.”

  Kylie cringed. They’d had very different brands of dads, that was for certain.

  “You think I’m a mean drunk.” Trace snorted. “My dad was a monster when he drank. When I was drinking, I lashed out verbally, which, believe me, I know can be just as bad as physical abuse. Which is why I always wonder how you can stand me, much less love me.”

  A shudder passed through him, and she scooted into his lap. “It’s not you when you’re like that. I knew that from the beginning. That version of you…It’s not the man you really are. Just a part you have to battle with sometimes.”

  “The man I really am,” he said quietly, more to himself than her. He huffed out a small breath. “My dad used to get drunk and hit. He’d use his fists, his belt, whatever he could get his hands on. He beat the hell out of them. Always my mom and usually Claire Ann too.”

  He clutched her tightly as he continued his story.

  “I was ten when Rae was born. Old enough to try to protect her, to know that I was supposed to, but not big enough to really do it.”

  “Trace—”

  “For the first few years, he mostly ignored her. It was a relief, you know?”

  She nodded and felt him swallow hard.

  “He only hit me when I got in his way of getting to them. Said I needed to learn to be a man.”

  Kylie wrapped herself around him the best she could in the awkward position they were in on the couch. She felt like they were both in danger of falling off the Earth down into a deep, dark hole neither of them would know how to get out of. But she knew she would go down with him before she’d let him fall alone.

  “This one night, when I was fifteen and had started a crappy garage band with my friends, I’d stayed out late.” He paused and Kylie looked up at his face. His jaw and throat were working over time to keep the moisture in his eyes from being more. “I knew…I knew I should’ve got my ass home. It was a weekend, he always drank on the weekends.”

  Her heart ached for him as he laid himself bare. “Baby, you can’t blame—”

  “I fucking knew. But I was stupid and selfish and so sick of that goddamned house. So I played a few more songs, stood around with my buddies, and shot the shit for no good reason. I walked home the long way.”

  He stopped talking. She figured it was to compose himself. She could feel the anguish rolling off of him and over both of them as he continued.

  “When I got there, his truck was sideways in the driveway. I could hear Claire Ann screaming from inside. We lived on several acres so there weren’t any neighbors to call for help.”

  Kylie took several deep breaths to stave off the quiver that was gaining momentum inside of her. She knew he needed to get this out without her bawling all over him.

  “I swear, it was like I had the strength of a hundred men. I flew inside and grabbed him. I slammed him into a wall, and somehow, I literally threw him out of the house. I was puny, and he was a big guy, but I was blind with rage. I threatened to kill him if he stepped foot back in that house. And I meant it.”

  Kylie kept her arms securely fastened around him. She didn’t even know if she was doing it to comfort him or herself anymore. She hoped if their bodies were close enough somehow she could siphon off some of his pain by sharing the weight of this heavy burden he’d carried all alone for so long.

  “Claire Ann’s face was already bruising and swollen. He’d busted her nose and there were open welts covering her legs. She’d tried to protect our mom while he’d beat her into unconsciousness.” His chest rose abruptly as he expelled an audible breath. “Typical Claire Ann. Broken and bloody and trying to take care of everyone else. She kept screaming at me to find Rae.” He let go of her and leaned forward. Kylie continued to lean over onto him as he dropped his head into his hands. “She was only five and so damn small for her age. I couldn’t find her anywhere. My mom was still unconscious on the floor and Claire Ann was losing it and Rae was just…missing.”

  A small sob escaped her as the picture took shape in her head, but she choked down the rest of it so he could go on.

  Trace’s voice was gravelly. She could tell he was doing his best to keep it low as not to disturb anyone else in the room.

  “I called the police. They were familiar with our family. They didn’t hurry.” His voice took on an angrier tone. “And I just started tearing the damn house down trying to find her. I looked everywhere. The girls’ room, my room, the bathroom. Every single cabinet, even ones she couldn’t have possibly gotten into. And then I saw it. The smeared trail of blood. She was in the space between the stove and the fridge. It was barely big enough for her to fit.”

  “I’m sorry, Trace. God, I’m so sorry.”

  “It took me forever to get her to come out. He’d hit her with the buckle end of his belt. Sliced the back of her ear clean open. It took a dozen stitches to close.”

  She covered her mouth and shook her head to keep the whimpers inside. “Trace, none of that was your fault.”

  He turned to her with an irate expression. The ferocity in his voice almost sent her reeling backward.

  “Are you fucking kidding? Of course it was my fault. I was hanging out with my friends like I didn’t have a goddamned care in the world. I might as well have hit her myself.”

  “You listen to me.” Kylie took his face in both of her hands. “You were a kid, Trace. A kid that didn’t get a childhood. Because he stole it. From all of you. You know what Rae told me at your birthday party that first time I came to the farm? She told me about your dad but said that nothing had ever happened to her because you protected her. You kept her safe.”

  “I didn’t. I didn’t, Kylie. I messed up. I let her down. It’s what I do. I let people down.” He let his tears fall and she forced her way back into his lap.

  “No, Trace. No, you didn’t. You don’t.” She kissed every inch of his face, tasting both of their salty tears as she did.

  “She doesn’t remember,” a female voice said quietly.

  Kylie startled, pulling herself from his arms as a reflex, feeling like they’d been caught doing something illicit in public.

  “She doesn’t remember that night,” Claire Ann continued. “I’ve asked her about it before. She only remembers you pulling her out of the space by the stove. She thinks you were playing hide and seek and that scar is from where she cut herself climbing behind there.”

  Kylie gaped at Claire Ann’s stoic face, wondering how long she’d been awake.

  “Thank God for that. But I can’t forget. I remember it like it was yesterday.”

  She leaned against his chest. His heart pounded rhythmically in her ear.

  “Sometimes, I dream it’s you. It’s you hiding, and I’m him. But I’m watching it happen and I can’t stop myself.”

  It too
k her a second to realize he was speaking to her. “Trace, I have never, ever been afraid of you in that way. You are not him. You will be never be anything like him.”

  “She’s right, Trace.” Claire Ann’s soft voice was heavy. “The only reason I have any faith in men is because of you. Because I saw that there is at least one man who can be trusted, who would protect the people he loved from the Johnny Ray Corbins of the world.”

  He shook his head at both of them. “I grabbed you. I grabbed you in Jackson.” The remorse in his eyes sent her on a quick trip back in time. “I had no right to put my hands on you like that. I was angry and I lost control. Just like him.”

  Kylie shook her head. “Pretty sure it was just all that built-up sexual tension you were harboring for me.”

  The corners of his mouth twitched and finally lifted. “That may be, but still.”

  “But nothing, Trace. You’re not him. But if you’re worried, you know there are people you can—”

  “I know.” He nodded. “I have a few numbers I got in rehab. People I can talk to, places I can go to get help for the anger.”

  “Good. Well, speaking of talking,” Kylie began, aiming a pointed glance at Claire Ann. “I’m going to go grab some muffins and juice if y’all want to maybe clear the air about, oh, I don’t know, any secrets either of you may or may not be keeping.”

  To her great surprise, Claire Ann grinned. “You can stay, Kylie. I might need another witness in case Trace maims Pauly.”

  “Why would I do anything to Pauly?” Trace looked at her and Kylie nodded towards Claire Ann. This wasn’t her secret to tell.

  “Kylie and I’ve been talking, Trace. And after what I saw this morning when you both thought everyone else was asleep, I owe you both an apology.”

  “Huh?”

  Kylie just shook her head. The last thing she wanted from anyone was an apology.

  “I have been so closed-minded about so many things. And frankly, I don’t give people enough credit sometimes.” Claire Ann cast a long, loving glance at the man sleeping beside her. “I didn’t expect you two to work things out because I figured you’d both get in your own way. And Trace, I didn’t tell you who I was seeing because I didn’t know if you could handle it.”