âHey, stranger.â Chris stands from the table at the coffee shop.
âHey.â I lean into him for a quick embrace. âIâm sorry Iâm late.â
âOnly three past. Thatâs basically early for you.â
He sits and I slide into the seat across from him. He pushes a coffee cup closer to me.
âThank you.â I rest both elbows on the table and place my hands around the cup.
Chris hooks one finger around the pinky on my left hand. âItâs good to see you, Piper. Howâs school? I feel like I havenât seen you at all since you started teaching.â
My pulse ticks faster. âSchool is good. Hard. Harder than I expected, but good. What about you? How are classes and the gym?â
âGood. Good. Busy. The same.â He smiles at me. Heâs such an easy guy to be with, but I know this isnât going anywhere. Maybe I knew it all along, but seeing Tyler again and having all these reminders of how great we were together has me all mixed up. I donât know whatâs what. Am I just romanticizing it? I donât know, but I know that Chrisâs touch doesnât feel anything like Tylerâs.
âDonât leave me in suspense. Tell me about this new job.â He leans back, breaking contact. âNannying for one of the Wildcat players? How did that happen?â
Iâve never told Chris about Tyler and now Iâm wishing I had.
âItâs more like helping out a friend. Or not a friend. The truth is we used to date, like way back in high school.â I ramble as I try to explain who Tyler is to me. I donât even freaking know anymore. âI ran into him because his sister is a student at my school, and he needed someone to help when heâs traveling for games.â
âThatâs nice of you.â He pauses. âYour ex-boyfriend plays hockey for the Wildcats?â
âUmm. Yes. Tyler Sharp.â
His brows lift. âNo way? Heâs awesome. You dated him?â
âIt was an eternity ago. He wasnât a Wildcat then. And his sister is going through a rough time, and I felt like I could help. Sheâs eighteen so I can work on school stuff while Iâm there.â
He nods thoughtfully and finally says, âHow come you never mentioned him before?â
I squirm in my chair. âThereâs nothing to say. Until I ran into him at the school, I hadnât seen him since high school.â
âMakes sense, I guess. Now that I think about it, youâve never mentioned any of the guys you dated before me. Got an ex on the Vikings too?â He shoots me an easy smile.
âNo.â I laugh and breathe a sigh of relief to have that conversation out of the way.
âTell me more about school stuff. Are you teaching or observing?â
For the next fifteen minutes, I give him the rundown of my first few weeks at Park Academy. I tell him everything Iâve done, the teachers, the students. When I finally take a breath, I add, âI still think I want to teach middle school, but high school has been good practice.â
Chris checks his watch. âOh shit. I need to go soon. I have an eight oâclock today.â
âRight. I need to go too.â
He stands and comes over to drop a kiss on my cheek. âAre you free this weekend?â
âIâll have to look. Call you later?â
He nods and starts to the door, talking over his shoulder. âThink you can get me an autograph?â
Iâm in the kitchen trying to acclimate myself with where everything is located in this massive space. Ash has every utensil and gadget you can imagine, but the pantry and fridge are pathetic.
âWe eat out a lot,â Everly says from where she sits behind the island.
âOkay, wellâ¦â I grab a box of pasta. âLooks like weâll have to get creative.â
While I find everything I need, Everly continues to sit in the room with me, playing on her phone.
She reminds me so much of her brother. They both have this quiet presence that somehow fills the space in this nice, comforting way.
When I finally set a bowl in front of her, Everly drops her phone to the counter.
âWhat is it?â
âPasta surprise.â I shrug.
She takes a hesitant bite, but then her mouth curves up. âItâs good.â
âLiving on student loans the past few years, Iâve gotten pretty good at finding creative ways to make pasta out of just about anything in the pantry.â
She studies me for a second. âI thought you were from some rich family.â
âWas. Itâs a long story.â
She shrugs. âIâve got time. River is at work for another hour.â
I take the seat next to her with my pasta. âWell, my dad owned a company that got into some financial trouble and eventually had to liquidate. Everything he built was just gone. It was awful, but he was so smart and determined. He threw himself into a new start-up.â My thoughts are wistful as I remember him sitting at the dining room table with his laptop, papers strewn all around, and a dozen empty coffee mugs in front of him.
âIâm guessing it wasnât successful?â
âIt never got off the ground. He had a stroke that severely impacted his speech and memory.â
âIâm so sorry,â Everly says.
âThanks. My parents sold everything, and he and my mom bought a cute little place on a lake upstate. I think theyâre happy, all things considered, and thatâs all that really matters.â
She regards me for a moment. âI thought growing up broke was bad, but I think that having money and losing it would be worse. Exceptâ¦I guess you probably still got to keep some of your nice stuff, huh?â
I think about the Gucci bracelet I loved so much. The one I gave to Tyler every time he left and told him to keep until we saw each other again. It was silly, but I guess I thought if he held on to it, heâd always have a reason to see me again.
âIâm grateful for the life I had growing up but being broke gives you character.â
She snorts. âI guess I have a LOT of character then.â
âHowâd you meet River?â I ask, eager to turn the conversation off me.
âAt the record store. When I first got here, Ty and I were living in his small one-bedroom apartment by the arena. He was always at practice or working out. I guess he still is, but I didnât know anyone then. Anyway, I got bored one day and walked around hitting all the shops and stores. I was frozen solid by the time I got to the record store. I didnât have any money on me to buy anything, but he let me hang out there. He even offered me coffee while I warmed up. Then he played me some of his favorite records, andâ¦â She shrugs again.
I realize in that moment how very little it takes to win over a teenage girl. Iâm not knocking it, it was a nice gesture, but knowing more about him and how he let his underage girlfriend drink and miss curfew, I worry that his motives that first day were a one-time occurrence and he isnât really that nice of a guy.
âWhat about you?â she asks.
âOh, I met my boyfriend in a business writing class my junior year. We were friends for about a year before we started dating.â
Her head tips to the side. I realize then she meant me and Tyler.
âDo you love him?â
I swirl my fork around as I decide how honest to be with an eighteen-year-old. âHeâs great.â
âYou didnât answer the question.â
âWeâre keeping it casual. Heâs busy with classes and he works at his familyâs gym part-time. I have student teaching and now hanging with you.â I lean closer and give her a playful smile.
âHow long have you been dating?â
I think for a minute. âAbout three months. Wow, longer than I thought.â
âDidnât you date my brother for like a year?â
âEight months.â My pulse races. I do not like being cross-examined by his sister. I feel like if she keeps prying, Iâll spill everything and answer every single question she asks. And she does not need to know how I was head over heels in love with her brother and he broke my heart. âBut we were young, and we only saw each other once a month, sometimes less.â
She nods slowly. âHe talked about you.â
âHe did?â Iâm not sure why Iâm surprised.
âYeah. He came home for a few days over Christmas that year and his screen on his phone was this picture of you two kissing on the beach. I didnât recognize you that first week of school, but now I can see it. He said you were the most amazing person heâd ever met.â
I remember that photo. Remember taking it. Remember the way his kiss made me feel.
Damn, an hour alone with Everly and Iâm already cracking. This is going to be harder than I thought.
River comes over after dinner. Heâs a good-looking kid, skinny with tattoos and a lip piercing that he continually glides his tongue over. Thereâs something about him that rubs me the wrong way, even forgetting that he let Everly drink too much and miss her curfew. He soaks up attention from Everly but heâs almost indifferent in the way he interacts with her.
I stay in the kitchen where I canât hear them unless I strain, but where Iâm close enough that they know Iâm around. I have no idea how much privacy to give her. Tyler didnât give me any rules for Everly, and I hadnât thought to ask. My parents basically let me do whatever I wanted. Then again, my boyfriend was three hundred miles away.
Iâm doing a Google search on parenting teenage girls when Tyler texts, Hey. Everything going okay?
Iâm about to reply when my phone rings in my hand.
âHello?â I answer with amusement. âI was just about to respond. Did you think I called it quits already?â
âNo, I was just too nervous to wait.â
âSheâs fine. Relax. River came over and theyâre watching a movie.â
âI donât think itâs possible to relax where Everly is concerned. She hasnât given you a hard time?â
âNo, sheâs been great. We did run into a food issue, though. Meaning, there is no food in this place. Iâll take her tomorrow morning to pick up some stuff. Any allergies or things I should be aware of for the household?â
âNo, but Lynn, Ashâs housekeeper, comes by on Tuesdays. Thereâs a list on the fridge. Add anything you want there and sheâll grab it.â
I walk over to the fridge and find the list. Itâs long and contains everything from eggs to shaving cream.
âI donât mind. I like grocery shopping.â
âAre you in the kitchen now?â he asks.
âYeah. Why?â
âWalk over to the end of the counter by the coffee machine.â
âOkay,â I say as I do just that.
âOpen the last drawer, next to the wall. I left an envelope of cash for you and keys.â
I take out the envelope first, balking at the amount of cash. Itâs the weirdest rush of excitement mixed with panic. âHoly shit, Tyler.â
âWe eat a lot,â he says. âEverly has my credit card, too, if you need it.â I count out at least a thousand dollars. Plus a card. Is he for real? They donât eat that much.
Dropping the envelope back in the drawer, I pick up the keys. âWhat do I need keys for?â
âI rode to the arena with Ash so you could have my car for whatever you need.â
âMy car works just fine.â
âYour tires are basically bald.â
When I donât respond, he says, âI forgot how stubborn you are.â
âVery.â
He chuckles lightly. âDrive it, donât, but itâs there for you.â
âThank you,â I force the words out of my mouth. I am thankful, but this situation is already weird. I donât want to feel like heâs looking out for me in a boyfriend type of way.
âWhat are you up to tonight?â he asks.
âYou mean besides watching your sister?â
âMm-hmm,â he says, and it sounds like heâs moving around. I try to picture him at the hotel or maybe out somewhere. Although the latter seems unlikely because itâs too quiet.
âI was Googling how much privacy to give a teenager.â
His laughter comes easier this time.
âMy parents pretty much let me do whatever I wanted. Or at least thatâs how I remember it.â
âYou were a good kid,â he says.
âSo is Everly.â
âShe is, but she hasnât had a lot of good role models. Our mom and Evâs dad are too wrapped up in their own shit to notice unless sheâs causing trouble.â
âThat had to have been tough.â I fidget with his keys, spinning them around on my finger. âWas it like that for you, too?â
âThey were happier then, I think. I donât remember a lot. She met Evâs dad when I was three.â
âAnd before then, was your dad ever in the picture?â
âNah. My mom got pregnant with me at sixteen. According to her, his parents didnât approve of her, and he was too chicken shit to go against them.â
I knew the first part of that, that sheâd had Tyler early, but he never mentioned his dad except to say he wasnât around.
âYou never tracked him down to find out for sure?â
âNo. One parent that resented my presence was more than enough.â
âShe resented you? Why?â My chest tightens. God, why did I never ask him any of this before? Or had I and he just brushed it off with half answers?
âSheâs never outright said it, but she would tell me these stories about all the plans she had before she got pregnant. I honestly donât know if it was the same for Everly. I hope not, but from the second I was able, I spent as much time as I could away from the house, playing hockey or whatever sport I could. Luckily, I was pretty good at all of them because I never would have been able to pay for the fees and equipment. Coaches would lend me shit or cover my costs. I was too desperate to care or feel guilty about it. I think I thought if I became someone, she would finally feel like it wasnât all for nothing, you know?â He lets out a short, harsh snort. âSorry, that got dark.â
My throat is thick with emotion. âWhy did you never tell me any of this?â
âYou were going through your own stuff with your dad losing his company. Plus, I didnât really like talking about it. I still donât, but with Everly here itâs all been on my mind.â His tone changes as he moves from the topic. âWeâll be back tomorrow night. And as for privacy, use your best judgment with Everly. River, however, is another story. I donât trust him as far as I can throw him.â
Tyler hurries off the phone soon after, leaving me reeling with all this new information about his childhood. I knew things hadnât been exactly like mine with two parents who loved and provided for me, but I had no idea his mother carried so much resentment toward him.
Toward Tyler of all people. God, my heart hurts for him. I see his drive and determination in a new light, and I hate her a little for that. No, I hate her a lot for it.
And Tyler, well, Iâm finding more and more of the same reasons I fell for him in the first place, and that is a dangerous place to be.