The Broken Sister Part 6

"Can I pick you up here? Tomorrow night?"

She shook her head. "I work again. Through Sunday night." She hesitated and then added, "But I can Monday night, if that works."

He touched the end of her long ponytail, which was caught on her shoulder. "That works. Here, at, say, seven?"

"Yes. I'm apartment G. You won't miss it."

"All right. How are you getting home tomorrow night?"

"Uh... walking." Her eyebrows lowered and almost twisted with her obvious confusion over why he asked.

"I don't like that."

She shrugged and a small smile filled her face. "Luckily, I don't have to do anything you like. I like the city. I like it at night. I find it comforting and interesting and walking to and from work is a pleasure to me."

"Get a ride home," he grumbled.

"It's not even worth a car accelerating. It's too close."

His lips scowl. "It's not too close. A lot can happen in a few blocks."

Why was he pressing her safety so much? He shrugged it off. He would for any woman. It's not like he was okay with violence against women. Any woman. Even one accusing his brother of it. Still, it surprised him that she wasn't savvier about taking care of herself.

"A lot can happen anywhere. You can't really control stuff like that."

"You can reduce its chances," he muttered. Almost angry now. "Just think of a better way. G.o.d, don't you have friends to call?"

"Not many I'd consider close to me." She dropped her head. "You sound like my sister. She's always on me to take better care of myself."

"Sounds like a smart girl."

"She is. You'd love her. Everyone does."

He had to stop this. He could not go out on a freaking date with her. Look at what he already knew. She seemed sad. She didn't take very good care of her safety. She had a sister. She seemed to lack friends. He didn't want to know her. To understand her. No. What the f.u.c.k was he doing?

A smile lurked at the corner of his mouth. "You trying to set us up?"

She shook her head. "You'd be a better match with her."

"How can you possibly know that? You don't know me."

"You don't know me."

"No, that's what the date is for, right?"

She smiled. "Right. Date. You'll show up?"

Something in her offhand questions stung his heart. Her face turned red. He was sure she didn't mean to say it. He touched her cheek as he stared right into her eyes. "I'll show up."

She flushed again and dropped her face towards her feet. He touched her chin, lifting her face up so her gaze tangled with his. "And not for a date with your sister."

She grinned. "No. That would be odd. Goodbye, Tristan."

"Goodbye, Kylie." She stood there still. He finally made a motion with his hand. "I won't leave until I see you go in safely."

She saluted in mock gravity and then spun and left with a laugh before he could react. He was troubled to find he watched her lithe, skinny legs climb the stairs while a smirk at her sarcasm sat on his face. Disgusted with himself, he wiped it off and turned with a vengeance to stop this and get his a.s.s back on task.

Chapter Seven.

KYLIE LEANED INTO HER closed door with her heart nearly bursting as a huge grin burst out over her face and dug into her cheeks. Holy s.h.i.t! What had that been? Where had that come from? Who was he?

Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. Not like this! He had walked her home as if she was some delicate flower that might wilt after hours. It was ridiculous. She'd been traipsing up and down Marsdale since her first week at college, much to the chagrin of her cousin and sister and even the few friends she'd made. She was braver (or stupider) than most. She admitted. It just didn't scare her. Not like it should, perhaps. She knew most didn't get why it didn't. Darkness wasn't her enemy.

She'd been raped in bright light. In front of a crowd. With dozens of people around, to be more specific. So how much more dangerous could a city street be?

But his concern was sweet. And so strange. What guy had she ever been around who acted like that towards her? About as close to that was Derek Salazar, who used to date her cousin Olivia until they found out he was a drug dealer, and he nearly got Olivia killed her freshman year. Kylie felt guilt over that down to her toes. She'd known there something off about Derek. He'd been lying from the start but her cousin was so good and Kylie thought she could use the fun, the danger, the walk on the wild side. She never dreamed Olivia would end up overdosed and in the hospital. It is what should have happened to Kylie, not Oliva. Kylie's behavior, her lack of concern and safety, and hooking up with way too many guys should have ended up like that, not her sweet, innocent cousin. It was in fact, one of the few times in the last decade that Kylie had cried inconsolably, when she realized the damage done to Olivia and that she could have maybe stopped it. But she was lousy as a friend as she was a student or even a rape victim. She was terrible at all of it.

But this? It was nothing to do with drinking or frats or her reputation or her life here. It was exciting. It was crazy. It was... fun. She had never had an experience like it with a guy. She was usually so tongue-tied when sober that none of her conversations with guys she was attracted to ever went anywhere. Not one of the older men who dined at The Acorn had ever wanted her. Not a one! No innuendoes, no asking to hook up. Nothing.

But tonight it had. Tristan Aderly was the most drop-dead gorgeous one of them all. A smile that would melt through any girl's panties. A way of speaking with enough reserve that he totally controlled the conversation. Confidence nearly dripped off him.

In all honesty he looked like someone Ally would date. Put together, sophisticated, business-tyc.o.o.n hot. Already done with school and on to a successful job. Or at least he portrayed all that.

She stepped into her studio, a tiny smile lingering on her face. Inexplicably, her heart felt like it had been pumped full of helium and was floating out of her body. She so rarely, maybe never, felt this way. She didn't often get crushes. Never did she then interact with that crush. These strange feelings caused her to have a stomach full of b.u.t.terflies. The last time a guy had set her pulse skittering strangely was when she first liked Tommy... but no. Not now. She didn't have to think about that. She needed to think about tonight. Tristan. The past had nothing to do with this.

She glanced at the clock. She'd love to call Olivia and share this with her. Last year it would have made Olivia so happy, because this involved a guy when Kylie wasn't drinking or high. But Olivia was spending this year at a state school and had since her trauma last year with Derek. She kept to herself these days.

Still... she wanted to talk to someone.

She grabbed her cell and clicked her sister's number. Ally answered after just a ring. "Are you all right?"

Kylie sighed. Not that she could very well blame Ally. There were many times when such a greeting to Kylie's late night phone calls were justified. Ally had picked her up more often than once drunk or high from parties or get-togethers.

"I'm... good. I'm actually really good."

"You sound sober."

"I am. I just got home from work."

"How did you get there?"

"A friend walked me home." Ally often had Tristan's same argument with her.

"What's up?" Her sister's voice loosened up and Kylie could picture Ally sitting back and relaxing, sure now there was no Kylie to come rescue at the moment.

"I met someone and I wanted to... talk about him." She lost her train of thought for a moment because she'd never called her sister about a guy she'd met. Or even slept with.

Silence met her proclamation and then a squeal. "Ky, are you for real? You met someone and you want to talk to me about it?"

"Yeah," Kylie answered, her tone mushier than how she usually spoke. She knew how her sister worried about her and for her. She didn't make Ally's life easier. Ally hid most of it from their mother but worried like her mom would.

"This is kind of epic. So spill... who is it?"

"Someone new. I met him at work."

"Another waiter?"

"No. He's a businessman and he came in for dinner. He's-older than me."

Silence. "Oh. That's nice, Kylie. I'm sure it was a nice change for you."

"What just happened? Why did you get all p.i.s.sy?"

Ally's tone was weary when she spoke. "I didn't see older as something I had to stress over next. Is he, like, Mom and Donny's age?"

"No. No, it's nothing like that. Honest! We didn't sleep together. He ate all proper-like and never even flirted or asked for my number. He happened on me as I was walking home. He didn't like I was doing it alone and walked me home. He just wanted to, I guess."

"He came in though?"

"We kissed goodnight. I invited him up and he instead asked me on a date. And older, like thirty, not creepy like my dad's age."

"A date? Like, pick you up and all that?"

"I think so... No, I know so, yes. Monday night, the next night I don't work."

"Oh, Kylie. This is kind of new and real. You didn't sleep with him?"

"No. You know I only do that when I'm drinking. I was at work. I don't mix those."

"I know you don't. So, wow, this is huge."

"I'm excited... but Ally, what do I wear? He's more like someone I see you dating. He had an expensive looking suit. You'd know the brand, I'm sure. It looked tailored to him and b.u.t.ton-up shirt and tie even. He said he works at Tamasy Industries and graduated with an MBA from Peterson. I have no idea what he'd see in me, but he asked."

"Kylie, you're incredibly beautiful, you just don't see it."

"Or do anything to enhance it. I know you hate my style."

Quiet. Then Ally sighed. "No, that was s.h.i.tty of me to say. You're lovely just as you are, with how exactly you want to dress. Do you think he's more my type because he's not a loser? You deserve so much more than the losers you sleep with. That's not what you deserve or who you should waste even a breath on."

Kylie sat on the end of her bed. Her sister sometimes tried this. Her pep talks to get Kylie to behave or how Ally thought she should behave. Grow some confidence. It usually had Kylie shutting her eyes, trying to keep her patience from snapping, because the bottom line was, she didn't usually believe her sister. Or mother. Or cousin.

"Maybe I mean that. Anyway, I won't get too excited. This might go the way of all the rest of them."

"Don't sell yourself so d.a.m.n short, Ky. You deserve the real thing. And not a loser. You are not a loser. Get that straight, okay?"

"What if he finds out about... you know? The stuff said about me at school? Or my past?"

"You are not the total sum of that stuff. And your past is just that: your past. It's not you. Who you are. Let him meet you, Kylie. Please. I've been waiting since you were about twelve for you to let anyone, girl or boy, meet the real you. You let me in, Olivia too, but no one new. I blame that f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d for your inability to trust others with who you are. But Kylie, not all men will leave or hurt you. Not all men are like him."

So rarely did Ally mention Micah anymore. Never did she refer to him as "Dad." It was usually f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d, SOB, etc. She had a plethora of names for him. Kylie closed her eyes. She had let her father's abandonment of them rule who and what she was for so long. Why? Why could Ally blow it off and seem to get stronger inside of herself for it, when it so ripped Kylie to shreds? "Do I do that?"

"You do that. Terribly. You don't think I don't know that. The sweet, quiet, rather serious girl inside of the party-girl you let the rest of them meet? That's who you should let this guy meet. What's his name?"

"Tristan."

"Tristan."

"He wasn't like my usual."

"Then let it be different, okay? Let it be your unusual."

"Well, then what do I wear so I don't scare him off?"

Ally's laugh filled her ear. "You should wear what you want. Don't pretend. Don't drink. Don't sleep with him unless you're sober."

"I thought you'd say don't sleep with him."

"There's nothing wrong with having s.e.x. It's when you use it in place of making any real relationships or ties to anyone."

"You're saying go as me? What feels right to me?"

"Yup."

"What if he realizes how skinny I am? The work uniform hides it. He'll be disgusted. Most guys think I'm too skinny.

"Stop it. You're not disgusting. It's a fact of who you are."

Kylie closed her eyes and laid back. "I wish..."

"Kylie, someone is going to love you like I love you, like Mom and Donny and Julia love you. You aren't who you think you are. Just let him meet her. Sober. Don't hide in the substances."

"Okay."

"I'm proud of you, Ky. Even trying this? This is huge."

She pulled her legs up to her chest. "I love you, Ally. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never find out. You want me to come over before it?"

"Would you?"