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I’mnotsure, honestly. When employers see the murder charge, I highly doubt they will be interested in me. It’s not like I can hope to publish the great American novel anytime soon.
“How’s the little man doing?” I ask.
“Kyle’s doing great.”
I laugh softly. “I still can’t believe you named himKyle, Kylie. It’s like you’re trying to confuse people.”
She laughs with me but with a reserved quality. I imagine her husband lurking in the background, shooting her looks. He’s silently asking what she’s thinking, having a friendly conversation with a killer, even if I am her brother.
I get it. I don’t blame them. They live a normal life. She’s doing me a courtesy by even calling.
“We named him after Sebastian’s dad. You know that,” she says. “Plus, I like it.Kyle and Kylie. It has a nice ring to it.”
“It does.”
There’s an awkward pause.
“Maybe I could meet him one of these days,” I go on.
“Uh, yeah, maybe,” she sighs. “Well, probably not, honestly. I don’t think Sebastian would like that.”
“That’s his right,” I say, then grit my teeth, thinking I haven’t even spoken to my five-year-old nephew. I’m not even sure he knows I exist.
“Did you meet Lucy?” Kylie asks.
“Yeah.”
“And?”
“We almost kissed.”
Kylie gasps.
For a second, it’s like we’re kids again, talking in her bedroom as Mom and her latest boyfriend cause mayhem downstairs. I’m waiting for the moment the prick comes upstairs and tries to bother my baby sister, another reason I learned how to fight.
“Did I hear that right?” she says.
“Yeah.”
“But… how? Why? What thehell?”
“My thoughts exactly.”
“What do you mean,almost?”
“We stopped at the last second. I’m not sure I read the signals right. It’s been a long time.”
This is a mischaracterization. It’s been a long time since I was intimate with a lady, but I’ve never felt this way about anybody. Never felt thiscertain.I think she wanted it too—my woman.
“I think there was a connection. Chemistry. Whatever.”
“That’s so messed up, Jamie. Goddamn twisted.”
I’m unsure what I expected her to say, but I need to hear this—a reminder of how wrong it is.
“I know.”
“Don’talmostkiss her again. How old is she, anyway?”
