Chapter Four
AMBER
Dylan was loading his tack in the beaten up and rusted trailer as I drove into the driveway. He hadn’t mentioned leaving again so soon, but that was nothing new. Dylan did what he wanted when and with whom he wanted.
“Where are you going?” I asked as I walked by on my way to the house. I honestly didn’t care. I spent most of my time wishing that he would find his soulmate on the road and never come back. But as long as we were together, I thought I should at least try and be civil.
He looked out at me from the back of the trailer. I remember when there was nothing or no one that I’d rather look at. I used to think he was so handsome. Nowadays, I was usually so disgusted with him that it was hard to see beyond that. He smiled and for a fraction of a second, I almost remembered. Then he opened his mouth.
“Headed up to South Carolina… You shouldn’t wear that color.”
I looked down at my green scrubs. I knew better than to engage him, but sometimes he caught me off guard. “Why not?”
He ran his hazel eyes over me and said, “It’s too bright, I think. It calls attention to those thunder thighs…or maybe you’re just putting on weight again.” With a disgusted sigh, I continued towards the house. I could hear him calling after me, “Aw, come on, baby, don’t be like that. If I didn’t tell you, who would?” I slammed the screen door as I went inside and nearly tripped over a pair of his boots. I picked them up and threw them across the living room that was littered with his dirty dishes and clothes. Fucker!
By the time Dylan came inside, I’d had a long soak in the tub and straightened up the house. I was just about to put dinner on when I felt him step up behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his hands on my waist. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered into my ear. “You know sometimes I just don’t think before I say stupid things.” I twisted out of his grasp.
“It’s fine, Dylan. Do you want biscuits for dinner?”
“I ain’t gonna be here for dinner, baby. I need to get on the road.”
I was facing away from him, thank God. I’m sure a look of relief washed over my face. At least, I wouldn’t have to pretend to be sleeping tonight to get out of having sex. I heard him open the refrigerator and turned around just as he was popping the top on a Coors Light. He took a long swig and then held it out towards me. “You want one?”
“No.” I went back over to the stove and started putting the bacon I was frying in the pan.
Suddenly, I felt him slap my ass and the next brilliant comment out of his mouth was, “You might want to take it easy on the pork, baby.” I faced the stove until I heard him leave the room.
He left about a half an hour later, telling me he’d be back sometime late in the week. I said my prayer once again that he’d meet Miss Right at the rodeo, and then I sat in front of the television and ate the entire plate of bacon and two huge biscuits. I was so stuffed and miserable that I could hardly move afterwards, but it gave me a sick kind of pleasure knowing I’d somehow defied him.
As I was washing dishes, my sister Marlene called. I have three of them – all older. They all hate Dylan, and they all think I’m still twelve years old. “Hey, Marlene, what’s up?”
“Can you do me a huge favor on Thursday?”
“I will try.”
“Can you pick Nona up from school?” Nona is my six-year-old niece.
“Um…I have to work…”
She sounded like she was going to cry. “Okay, then, I’ll see what else I can figure out-”
“No, wait, I can change the schedule around. What’s wrong?”
“Jackson’s stupid lawyer called a mandatory custody meeting. I feel like I’m having a heart attack every time I think about losing her, Sissy!” My sisters all call me Sissy. It started when I was born and the rest of the family picked it up. Even my nieces and nephews call me “Aunt Sissy.”
“Oh, Marlene, honey, I’m sorry. I really don’t see any reason for that to happen, though.”
“Jackson has the money. The judge is going to look at the paltry salary I make and-”
“And add in the alimony and child support and the fact that even broke you’d be a fabulous mother. Try not to get yourself too worked up, honey, okay?”
“I’m trying. I need a distraction, I think. Maybe while Jackson has Nona this weekend you and I can do something?”
I groaned inwardly. I love my sister, but I hate going out with her. She’ll bitch about Jackson all night, get drunk, and try and go home with some slimy cowboy. Then, she and I will argue and she won’t speak to me for two weeks. It happens every time. “I think Dylan will be home,” I said, using my ace in the hole. She despises Dylan. “I could see if he wants to go with-”
“Never mind. You know where to pick Nona up, right?”
I smiled. “Yeah, should I just keep her for dinner?”
“Yes, please. I’ll pick her up in time for her bath and bedtime. I have to drive all the way to Fort Worth for the meeting.”
“Okay, good luck.”
“Thanks, Sissy. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
*******
I woke up happy the next two days. One reason was because Dylan wasn’t home…and as bad as I hate to admit it, the other reason was because I knew I got to see Kyle again on Wednesday. Wednesday morning, I took a ridiculous amount of time picking out my scrubs. I stayed away from any of the green ones because asshole or not, what Dylan said had stuck in my head. I finally settled on a dark blue pair that I hoped made my ass not look so big. I left my hair down and curled it and shamelessly, I wore a little bit more make-up than usual.
As I walked into the clinic, I hoped no one I worked with noticed. But as my luck would have it, the first thing my co-worker Joyce said was, “Damn, girl, you look hot today! You have a date?”
I felt myself blush. “No…But thank you.”
She made a mm, hmm noise and I blushed again as I went to put my things away. I came back out and started to work right away. My first two clients were elderly folks with hip replacements, and we just did some basic physical therapy exercises. I was at the front desk filling out some paperwork when I saw Kyle coming through the door. He had a ball cap on again, so I couldn’t see his face until he looked up. When he did, his brown eyes immediately locked onto mine and my breath caught in my throat. Jesus, even with staples in his head, this guy is hot. My heart sped up when he smiled. I smiled back and turned away. Joyce was looking at me, and it was her turn to smile. I narrowed my eyes at her, and she laughed.
“I’ll be in the back for a few,” I told the receptionist.
As I was headed past Joyce she said, “Have to go cool off, huh?”
I gave her a nasty look and kept going. She was right, though. I had to get my own vital signs to calm down before I could see my patient. This had never happened to me before. Kyle was not the first good-looking guy to roll in here. I’ve always been able to maintain a level of cool professionalism and I’d never thought about them when I went home. Since Monday, Kyle pretty much took up residence in my thoughts. I didn’t know what the hell was wrong with me, but this was not okay on any level. I had a boyfriend and an obligation to be a respectable member of the medical community.
I went into the bathroom and wiped off my lipstick. I ran my fingers through my hair to try and get the curls out, but that just gave it kind of a messy, bedroom look. With a frustrated sigh I gave up and went out to get him.
*******
It turned out that dissuading his sister from coming into the back was a lot harder than it had been with Greg. Sarah was not going to be left out of her brother’s care in any way. It was sweet and annoying at the same time. Kyle seemed embarrassed by it and being the baby of my family, I could definitely feel his pain. Today, we did flash cards with simple words that would exercise his tongue and lips. He has pretty lips. They were full and pink, but not feminine at all. Sexy, that’s what they were. I tried not to stare at them, but then I remind myself that it’s my job to make sure he’s forming his words right. I have to consciously remind myself not to lick my own lips as I watch him.
“You want to take a break and have something to drink, Kyle?”
“Beer?” he asked with a grin.
I couldn’t help but smile when he smiled at me. God…he’s beautiful. “I think we’re fresh out of beer. How about water?”
He laughed, and his sister said, “He’d love some water.” I went and got the water and when I brought it back, Sarah took it out of my hand and opened it before handing it to him. Once again, he looked annoyed, but he didn’t say anything.
“Sarah, while Kyle is taking his break, can you and I talk for a minute?”
She looked at me suspiciously, but followed me to the back office and we sat down. It was strange because they looked so much alike that they could almost be twins. They had the same heart shaped faces, full lips, and dark eyes. Sarah’s seemed a lot more intense than Kyle’s to me. Out of the two of them, I would be willing to bet he was the fun-loving one. “Is he doing okay?” she asked as soon as we were seated.
I smiled. “Yes, he’s doing just fine. This is only his second appointment, so we’re not looking for a miracle breakthrough just yet. But, with some hard work, six months from now you’ll hardly see any signs of what he went through.”
“Good. Then what’s wrong?”
“Well, the thing is…I think you do too much for him.”
The suspicious look turned into one of outright distrust. “What do you mean?”
“Opening his drink and insisting on sitting in on his session, for starters.”
“I’m supporting him,” she said. I could see a spark in her dark eyes.
“I know, and I think that’s great, really. It’s just that what we’re trying to do here is make him more independent, right? If we do everything for him, then he won’t re-learn to do those things for himself.”
Sarah wasn’t looking at me any longer. She was staring at a spot on the wall. She didn’t say anything for so long that I almost thought she wasn’t going to. At last, she said, “I was so scared.”
“When they found the tumor?”
She nodded. “Our mom left us when we were babies. My dad did his best, but he had to work to keep a roof over our heads and everything that comes with that. Kyle and I are really close because of all of that I always felt like his mom instead of his sister.”
“Well, I think you did a great job, but with that being said, as hard as it is to watch someone you love struggle, in this case it’s actually part of his therapy.”
She pursed her lips together and I braced myself for more argument, but she didn’t give me one. Instead, she said, “I can promise that I’ll try – how’s that?”
I laughed. “That’s good enough,” I told her. When we came back out of the office smiling, Kyle looked from his sister to me and raised an eyebrow. I winked at him. I seriously do not know what is wrong with me. We moved on to some leg exercises, which I showed him how to do on his own, and we also worked on wheelchair transfers using his arms and his good leg. He’s really strong, so it won’t be long before he’s able to do it all by himself, with or without that other leg. When we wrapped up for the day, Sarah seemed satisfied with me.
As I watched them go, I must have had a goofy smile on my face because Joyce walked up next to me and said, “I think you have a little thing for that one.”
“No, he’s a patient.”
“Oh, who cares? This is therapy, not surgery.”
I laughed. “I don’t have a ‘thing’ for him.”
“We’ll see,” she said with a sly smile. I didn’t want to protest too much, so I just silently walked away.