His so fierce with need, I felt my legs wobble.
I snorted. I wasn’t beautiful. I had an interesting face and unusual eyes but no one could ever say I was beautiful. Micah used to, but that was different. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder and all that crap.Enough of that, she tutted at my wordless disagreement. Look at your eyes, for Christ’s sake. And those lips!
I squirmed, hating compliments. My eyes . . . heterochromia. I had one hazel eye and one gray-blue eye. They’re weird. Austin used to say ‘Here, girl!’ when he wanted to talk to me. Like I was husky. I have a bump in the bridge of my nose. And my lips? Too big for my face.Maybe right now they are because your face is too wee but once you put on some weight, you’ll be back to your lovely self. And Austin, whoever he is, is an arsehole for referring to you as a dog.My bandmate. He’s like a brother.
Brothers are always charming that way. She gestured to the shopping bags. I brought you quite a few pairs of jeans and some shirts in both the sizes Killian gave me. I also got you some new underwear and socks.My pride was pricked. You didn’t have to do that.
It’s no big deal. I used Killian’s credit card.
Oh, well then, let’s see what you got.Shocked, I couldn’t quite comprehend what she was saying. But why would he lie about it?
Guilt filled my mother’s eyes. I really thought we couldn’t afford it. If I’d known that we could send you to school and then some, I swear … She shook her head. I had a lot of anger toward your dad after he died and I came into all this money. He and I never had the greatest relationship and I knew the only way it would survive is if I worked all the damn time. I liked working. I liked being social. But I was bitter over losing our nice house and that my kid, who listened to her daddy fill her head with big dreams of an Ivy League education, was going to end up working jobs she hated. To realize he kept you from school, kept us all from comfort and security … I wanted to resurrect him just so I could kill him.I felt my own anger burning in my gut, along with incredible amounts of hurt. I thought he loved me. Why would he lie?
He did love you. I think he was scared you’d go off to college and leave him alone with me. Irony was you ran off anyway.We sat in silence for a minute and then I looked around at the pretty kitchen. So, you spent the money?