how to keep Kyleâs life together until his mom gets out. Iâm willing to do whatever I can to help.â
He was really making it hard for me to say no. The last thing in the world I wanted was a kid cramping my style. Other than catching HIV, motherhood was the other reason I practiced safe sex. âTrey, seriously, I donât do kids. Heâs my sisterâs problem, not mine.â
âYo, regardless of what you think of Deena, Kyle is your nephew and youâre the only family heâs got.â
Why in the world is this happening to me? Some people were cut out to be mothersâunfortunately, I wasnât one of them.
âSo tell me ... Whatâs your story?â he asked between sips, changing the subject.
âWhat do you mean, whatâs my story?â I didnât like the way that sounded. Why I gotta have a story?
He shifted on the stool and I noticed his large thigh muscles move beneath his pants. âYou and your sister ... Iâm trying to understand why you hate her so much.â
âThatâs really none of your business. Just trust and believe, I have my reasons.â
He held his hands up in surrender. âHey, I was just asking.â
âWhy you care so much anyway?â
He shrugged. âDeena is cool people and I like Kyle. Heâs a good kid, just got a bad break.â
I didnât want to care but I asked anyway.âBad break, how?â
âYou really donât have any idea whatâs been going on in your sisterâs life.â He gave me a look like he felt sorry for me. Fuck that. The person he needed to be feeling sorry for was Deena, not me.
âI told you I didnât. I havenât spoken to my sister in years.â I didnât mean to have an attitude, but damn. Whatâs it gonna take for him to understand?
âThatâs a shame,â he mumbled under his breath, then took a sip of his coffee while he stared at me over the top of the mug. His sexy eyes met mine and I felt my nipples getting hard. Thank goodness I was wearing a thick robe. âOne evening, about two years ago, Deena and Kirk was on their way back with Kyle after going to get ice cream. Someone pulled up beside them, shot Kirk in the head, and blew his brains out. They havenât caught the dude yet. Anyway, Kyle saw everything. Heâs been seeing a counselor ever since. Deena said he hasnât been the same since he lost his father. So sheâd hoped by having a male role model in his life, he would get over losing him.â
Hearing that my sister cared about someone other than herself was hard for me to believe. She didnât care enough about me, so why would she care about someone else?
âAnyway, he and I hang out once a week. I take him swimming. . . out to eat ... sometimes we just go to the park and toss the ball.â
Trey was so fine. It was weird to think of him giving up his time to spend with a kid that wasnât even his. âWhy? Iâm sure you got better things to be doing with your life.â
âSure I do, but like I said, Iâm giving back. My father died of a heart attack when I was ten years old. That was the hardest thing ... growing up without a father. No one was there to show me how to become a man. My mother tried to fill both shoes, but there are just some things a woman canât teach a boy. Anyway, I hate to see Kyle grow up without a positive male role model.â
I leaned forward on the breakfast bar and stared him dead in his pretty eyes. âAnd you think youâre positive?â
âHell yeah, I do.â He licked his lips and I felt my lower region quiver. Goodness, that dude was hazardous to my health. He was probably right about being a positive role model because he was definitely doing positive things to me. âWhat do you do at the restaurant?â I asked, trying to get my hormones under control. Like I said before, he was cute, but I wasnât