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"Yes, I'll get her to do it."

"Good. Make it quick. I don't like this loose thread, Tristan. It isn't like you to take so long to snip it."

Loose thread? This wasn't some forgotten report or quarterly insurance statement. "Well, I can't rape her now, can I? Would kind of defeat the purpose, right?" He snapped and then leaned forward in his chair to grab the edge of his desk, gripping it too hard, his knuckles turning white. Why had he said that? It was a terrible thought. Horrible. Kylie getting raped? Him raping someone? He'd never, ever. NO! Jesus, why would he spit out such a vile thing? He shook his head. This loose thread, as Grandfather called it, was playing with his head and his heart. Way too much.

"No. I guess I just thought she'd cave quicker."

"Well, she hasn't. I think she's trying to turn a new leaf or something. I have to date her a little bit. So get off my back. I always get things done, don't I?"



His grandfather came around Tristan's desk and laid his hand on Tristan's shoulder. "Yes, you do, son. I'm sorry I was pushing so hard. You're right, you're not your father or brother. I know you'll not fail. You're not a failure. They are. You are a winner. I know you'll get this done the best way possible."

Tristan pushed back from his desk. "What's the big deal about this? Neither girl is doing anything more. Can't we just monitor it and wait and see?"

"Well, I guess that is our strategy. But the sooner you can produce some insurance the sooner we can relax."

"She's not going to do anything. I really believe she did it anonymously because she has no intentions of ever coming forward."

"How can you be sure?"

"How often am I wrong? You always say I have a read on people. Well, I have a read on her. So just... please, back off."

His grandfather's head tilted as if figuring out a riddle. "My intent is to get that Cadence to talk to me about taking some money in exchange for a nondisclosure agreement. It's going to take a few weeks to finesse her cooperation. She thinks she's too good to take our money to buy her silence right now. But we'll motivate her. I think we can manage it before Christmas. Can you keep an eye on this Kylie until then?"

"What's Christmas? Why is that a magical date for all this?"

"I think that's how long all this stuff will drag out. I trust you but I like the idea of a timeline. Can you?"

He dropped his head to stare at his knees. He knew what Grandfather was doing. Both bolstering his commitment to him and tapping into Tristan's age-old phobia of not being the screw-up useless pieces of c.r.a.p his father and little brother were. His head jerked up. Christmas? That was like six weeks away. Six weeks. He could be with Kylie... no, get to Kylie in six weeks, couldn't he? Sure. He could. He let out a breath and sighed, and felt considerable weight lifted off his shoulders. Not yet. He didn't have to do it yet. "I can."

"Good. If you don't see any signs she's going public, we can finesse the situation a bit. Plus if she's busy with you, she most likely won't be poking around, causing so much trouble for Tommy. So... actually, yes, this is a good route too. Tommy's had his friends and their girlfriends make Cadence's life pretty miserable. They let it be known no one wants to hear what she has to say. I believe it will make her very willing to take some hush money to go away."

"What are they doing to her?" He frowned, not liking the sound of bullying some other screwed-up eighteen year old.

"You know, just making it seem like no one believes any of it. Making little, petty pot-shots at her. What we do know is she is pretty much hiding in her dorm room, with no friends, and no one is listening to her in any kind of serious way."

Disgusting. It all left a sick feeling in his stomach. He leaned forward and picked up a pen. "Look, I need to finish these reports. Do you mind?" His tone was surly. He did have actual, legitimate work to do outside of the immoral, pretty awful things he was planning to do to and with Kylie.

"Sure. Sure. See why I trust you, Tristan?"

He didn't glance up again. He stared with unseeing eyes at the stack of paper before him. Sure, he saw why his grandfather trusted him; he did everything the old man ever asked. Always. Without question. Without fail. And regarding that same trustworthiness-he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach-Kylie felt that way about him too.

He sighed and shut his eyes against his stomach pinching in distaste. He hadn't lied to Kylie, not about anything real. He had screwed up at work and miss-placed important information he needed for a presentation. His mind had been scattered and unsure, like he had never done his job before. He'd had a c.r.a.ppy day where his grandfather had railed into him. And to deal with it? He'd gone directly, almost anxiously, to Kylie's apartment. Then hung out while she did homework with some other girl. He had done it for himself, not this stupid plan of his grandfather's, and that almost had him feeling worse than thinking about what he intended to do before Christmas.

He called! Kylie gave in to the crazy and out of character urge to dance around her apartment. She'd been writing a paper on how gender roles had changed over the last fifty years, when her cell had chimed and there was Tristan's name. She could not believe he had actually followed through and called her again. She thought he might just disappear into the ether. Their talk, though intimate, and seemingly real was far too personal. In fact she was sure she wasn't wrong about its realness. She had the distinct impression that Tristan did not usually speak like that. And that talking so intimately about his long-lost sister wasn't something he'd done before. He was telling the truth. And instead of drawing them closer, she thought it would be the reason he'd never call again. And she'd be d.a.m.ned if she'd crawl after him, begging him to notice her. So when he actually called again, she gave into the crazy and unheard of urge to dance around as she kept her voice neutral with the h.e.l.lo.

He asked how her week had gone. What had she been doing? He listened intently and as if it mattered to him what she said while she prattled on about nothing. Cla.s.ses, studying, random facts about people she knew or gossip she'd heard on campus. She cringed at her own life. He didn't scoff, however.

"You want to go out this weekend?"

She shut her eyes when he asked it after their conversation had finally fallen silent. Go out. Her stomach pitched and roiled with pleasure as her fingertips and even her toes seemed to tingle. She felt a funny laugh wanting to escape her mouth. She was giddy! She knew it. But no boy, no guy, no man had ever just asked her out like this! It was crazily making her blush and feel so... so what? What was the big deal?

Special. He was making her feel so special, and she never had felt like this before.

No man had made her feel like this, not since her father was part of her life.

She jerked her spine straight. Where did that thought come from? Of course she'd been special to people. Her mom. Donny. Ally. Grandparents. Gretchen and Tony. Olivia. So many people in her life, but as always that wasn't enough for her. She was always greedy for more acknowledgement. And yes, the last time she felt this stupid-happy and carefree was when getting attention from Micah.

But Tristan was waiting for an answer to his casual, normal, very adult question. It wasn't like this should be such a big deal.

Even if it was.

"Yes. I would."

He chuckled and it vibrated through her ear. "I thought perhaps you were thinking of a way to gently let me down. You sure?"

"I was..." Well, h.e.l.l, why hide it? Why not let it out. Maybe he'd run from her sooner. "I was dancing around a little bit."

There. He'd laugh at her. She was an idiot. Totally stupid and lame. "Dancing around? Because...?"

"Because I was happy you asked. No one's ever asked before. Well, I mean, not like this. You know, like you meant to. Like you put some thought into it... into me." She should cut her tongue off. Who admits this stuff? "Not that I haven't been out. Lots. Just more hook-up style, then, you know, like this. Like you-"

"Kylie?" He cut her off.

She slumped down and leaned against her kitchen cabinets. "Yes? You're going to renege now, aren't you?"

"I was going to say, I'm glad I'm the first and I made you dance around because you were happy. It makes me happy. And I was having a s.h.i.tty day and so, thank you for the smile."

"Why were you having a s.h.i.tty day?" She instantly sobered up, her tone serious.

He sighed. "Stupid corporate stuff. Stuffy a.s.shole bosses who expect things they would never do themselves."

"Ugh, sounds like a dream come true. Can't wait. Maybe I should stay in school a few decades longer."

He laughed. "Yes, well, eventually one has to support themselves. It's not always happy dancing. So anyway, this weekend? That was a yes?"

"Yes. It's a yes."

"Sat.u.r.day? We could go to dinner."

"We could."

He hesitated. "There was a decided lack of enthusiasm over 'dinner.' No dancing there. What? You want to go to a club? Actually go dancing?"

"No, no. Dinner's nice. I just, I forgot I promised my mom I'd come home for dinner. She was worried about me and I wanted to soothe her. It was before we met and I hate to break it. I came home upset and-"

"What were you upset about?"

She closed her eyes. Tommy. Date rape. The website. She really needed her usual reticence and filter with this man. He just drew it all out of her and it wasn't even his own doing, it was hers. "I ran into someone I hadn't seen in a while. He just... well, he was a bad experience freshman year. Anyway, I got down about it and went home. Momma love and all that."

There was an extra-long silence. She thought maybe they were disconnected. "Tristan?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm still here. Um, dinner... you shouldn't break your word. We could do it Friday."

"I work. But..."

"You're going to have to start completing your thoughts. I really don't know what you're thinking. You're a little... erratic. And oddly, I think I kind of like it. But you still have to tell me what it is you're thinking or feeling."

"You could come to Calliston with me. We could go earlier in the day. It started snowing up on the mountains. Outside of Calliston. We could grab the sleds from my house and take a drive up there. Then just have dinner with my mom and Donny. I mean, if that's okay. It might be too soon. It's just dinner though. You know? No real commitment."

Silence again. He was the one who begged for her to "talk." Claimed he liked her craziness. She might be crazy true, but he had asked for it.

"Sledding, huh? Never been asked to do that before. Snow skiing, I'm there... but sledding?"

"I can't ski. Mom and Donny tried to teach me but I was hopeless. Now Ally, she took to it-"

"Perfectly?" he supplied. "I'm getting that's the theme of your childhood and yours and her relationship. Okay, so skiing is out and sledding it is."

"What time?"

"Nine? We can get an early start."

"Okay, I'll see you then."

She agreed, hanging up while her heart was still erratically beating and a surge of warmth filled her blood. It was excitement, interest, and antic.i.p.ation, pure and simple. It was that thing Olivia had described when she started dating Derek. It was a crush. She finally was developing a crush, a liking, an interest in a man. An interest besides s.e.x. Girl or boy, she'd never felt these things and it was a heady, intoxicating, exciting experience. She finally understood it.

Only two days! She quickly started gathering her snow clothes, which were stuck in different and relatively odd spots around her apartment. Her mom! c.r.a.p, she needed to call her and explain just who was coming to dinner...

They would not believe it. She was bringing home someone that just might be more of who Ally would date. It was incredible to think they might be impressed with who was choosing to be with her.

Chapter Nine.

WHEN TRISTAN PICKED UP Kylie at promptly nine o'clock, she came out wearing black leggings and a puffy black coat and carrying a bunch more outdoor gear in her arms. She got into his car with a soft smile. She was so shy. So happy. Something stabbed his heart. Her smile was so there and it was clearly for him, and yet she was so sweet. So not what he expected from her. Ever.

They took off towards her hometown and she was quiet. So was he. Guilt was eating him. He hadn't counted on her constant sweetness. Her likeability was not something he had foreseen. Not from what he pictured of a girl who would make wild claims against a guy anonymously on a website about rape.

But she was so sweet and genuine. Each layer of sweetness revealed to him made the guilt that much thicker.

He swung into the small suburban house that was her parents'. He had not intended to meet her family. He shook his head. He was letting her become more and more real to him. A complete picture. It was dangerous. Each little piece of her just made what he had to do all that much harder.

But then her little jolts of reality. The story about Tommy and running home here. That was for sure when she ran into Tommy at school. She all but admitted she wigged out and it was that day she posted on the website. So... yeah, a huge blaring connection and red flags flashing for Tristan. It was also startling to realize she was talking about his brother. It was like going from feeling intimate, almost connected to her, to feeling like a giant wall had suddenly sprung up between them and they were now total enemies. It was an odd connection he couldn't totally make sense of. Any of it.

She smiled, her nerves obvious. She had attempted conversation and he hadn't reciprocated with much fluency. He just wasn't sure about any of this.

He followed her, feeling his anxiety rise. He pushed his hands in his pockets as he followed behind her, able to see over her head as they walked. She gave him an unsure smile as she then walked in without knocking. "Mom? Donny?"

It was a young teen who came to greet them. "Kylie!"

"Hey, Ju-Ju. Where's Mom and Donny?"

"Getting the sleds out of the shed. Can I come?"

"No." Kylie leaned down and whispered into Julia's ear. "I'm on a date." Then she winked at her as Julia giggled and glanced his way.

She was a startling young girl, breathtaking with blonde curls, maybe in her early teens. He smiled finally, losing some of his nerves and stern att.i.tude.

"This is my little cousin-sister Julia."

He put out his hand to shake hers and smiled at her. "Nice to meet you, cousin-sister."

She giggled and put her small hand out to his. "Oh, there are Mom and Dad." She spun around and headed off towards them.

"Mom and Dad? Isn't your mom her aunt?"

"Yes, but no. She calls my mom 'Mom' as long as her own isn't around."

He followed them farther into the home. It was... pleasant. Homey. Small. They weren't rolling in money. The house was a small rambler, with a typical floorplan. From the entry a hallway took off down the left and to the right was the family room. A few more steps and they were in the kitchen. It was a galley style, clean, neatly decorated, but nothing lavish.

Her family. Mom turned out to be an attractive redhead with a warm presence and smile who treated Kylie with a gentle hand. He stood back observing, trying to not intrude. Donny seemed like a nice enough guy. He kept sending Tristan clear signals. He was outwardly respectful enough, but there was a far more subtle weariness towards him.

Kylie introduced them and Tristan stepped forward, shaking hands, with eye contact, and partic.i.p.ating in easygoing small talk. He was good at that. Years of practice. His mouth engaged while his heart evaluated what he was learning.

She came from a good family. Not good like in name or status, but good like love and values and chemistry. He almost dropped his shoulders in defeat. It wasn't at all the picture he'd painted when he'd first decided who Tommy's accuser must be.

"I'll bring the sleds around," Donny said as Tristan followed him by some unspoken pact. It was obvious Kylie wanted a moment alone with her mom. There was an eagerness in Kylie to talk to her mom. A caring he didn't expect. He took it as his cue to follow her stepfather/uncle.

"That what you drive?"

Tristan glanced up at Donny. He didn't seem so impressed with his car. It was usually the opposite. "Uh, yeah."

Donny considered him. He dug in his pocket and popped out a set of keys. He threw them towards Tristan, who grabbed them out of reflex. "Take my truck. It's got four wheel drive. I don't want you two getting stuck up there. Kylie knows where she's going so listen to her. Don't go too far, but stick to where she says so if you two don't show back up I know where to come looking."

"Okay." He really didn't want to drive the other man's vehicle. But there was no asking.

Donny eyed him. Then his car. "How old are you?"

"Thirty."

"Little old for her, aren't you?"

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