Trent

by Lindsay Paige

  Finally, my daughter looks my way. “You're the best, Daddy. Are we going to get ice cream now?”

  “Yep.”

  She claps her hands and we walk outside to my car. Blake gets her settled in the backseat before climbing into the passenger seat. Kaelyn talks his ear off the entire time. I swear, I think she's forgotten I exist. I wasn't kidding when I told Blake she loved him. I can't help but smile at the two of them, especially when she calls him Happy. She refuses to call him Blake, and Grumpy is most definitely out of the question.

  We may have lost the most important person in our family, but we gained a family, too. Blake, Hector, and a few of the other guys have been good friends. They're all sort of like uncles to Kaelyn. Of course, she has a favorite and if he's around, she pretty much ignores the rest of them, including me. I'm only her favorite guy when Blake isn't around.

  As expected, I'm the third wheel as we go out for ice cream and stop by a store. Blake insists on buying her a game we can play tonight. I can't tell them both no. So, he buys her the game before we head to his house. Sofia and his mother are there, cooking in the kitchen. This is the first time I've actually met his mother, Caroline. Kaelyn has because Blake watched her for me over the winter when Granny was sick and I had to go to the courthouse.

  “Trent, it's so great to finally meet you,” Caroline says.

  “You too.”

  She and Sofia fuss over Kaelyn and invite her to help by making balls for cookies from the cookie dough. Blake grabs two waters, hands one to me, and motions for us to go to the living room and leave them to it.

  “Finally get her to move in?” I ask as we sit on the couch, taking in the dozens of boxes scattered around.

  “She was practically already living here, but she's bringing her stuff now. Sorry about the mess.”

  I shrug. “When you have kids, trust me, this will look tidy and spotless in comparison.”

  He wears a small smile. “Yeah, I guess it will.” He glances over his shoulder at the girls before looking to me. “You doing all right, Trent?”

  “Yeah,” I answer automatically.

  I can tell he doesn't believe me, but he nods anyway. “Good.”

  And that's that. Blake starts talking baseball. That's one thing I like about him. He doesn't push or give me looks of pity. Sometimes, I wonder if he's asking because he feels like he should and not because he really wants to know. I know when that stuff was going on with his father, he didn't talk about it. We didn't ask. He was pissed off all the time anyway and we weren’t about to push his buttons. The only person who probably talked to him about it was Hector. Either way, whatever his reasoning, I'm glad he doesn't push.

  We talk or watch TV until Kaelyn comes running in, alerting us that dinner is ready. Sitting at their table, my heart aches again. I miss Deborah. I miss having a full family. Watching Sofia and Caroline with Kaelyn gives me anxiety. Granny isn't always going to be here either. Kaelyn needs a woman in her life. God knows, she'll need it once she hits her teens because there's no way I want to have any kind of girl talk with her.

  Of course, I will, but I'm not looking forward to it. Not when I know Deborah should be here giving her those talks. A sigh is on the tip of my tongue, but I withhold it. The table is all smiles and laughter, and I don’t want to disrupt that. I do more listening than talking. This is Kaelyn's show anyway.

  After dinner, Kaelyn drags Caroline and Blake into the living room to play her new game. Sofia accepts my offer to help clean up. Before we begin to clear the table, she watches Blake with Kaelyn. Her hand moves to her stomach, and she smiles before shaking her head. Her mouth parts when she catches me watching.

  “You'll both be fantastic parents,” I tell her softly.

  “Thanks,” she replies with a smile.

  We begin picking up plates, moving them to the sink, and then I help her load them into the dishwasher.

  “We haven't told anyone yet,” she says hesitantly.

  “Your secret is safe with me,” I promise.

  We're quiet again, until she speaks. “I keep waiting for him to freak out and panic.”

  I chuckle, remembering when I had my big freak out moment with Deborah's pregnancy. “Just wait until it's closer for the baby to come and he will.”

  Once the dishes are put away and the kitchen cleaned, we go to the living room to play a couple more rounds of the board game until I have to drag Kaelyn home. I give her a bath and get her in bed. I'm exhausted by the time I fall into my bed. Traveling and this afternoon have worn me out. And tomorrow will be even worse.

  The team is doing a fundraiser in conjunction with a showing for Zoey's latest artwork. The money raised benefits families who've had a member murdered. I really hope I'll be able to make it through the entire event.

  ***

  “EXPLAIN TO ME why am I dressed up and at an art gallery?” I tug on my little black dress, which is way too short for the size of my thighs. “And why didn’t you tell me how short this dress is?”

  Macy rolls her eyes. “Will you shut up? You’re fine, and quit tugging at it.” She slaps my hand. “We’re here because we were supposed to hang out and because I’m covering for Mr. Hot Stuff who reports for the Art and Local section. If you didn't come tonight, who knows when I would've seen you again?” I want to roll my eyes at how dramatic she's being.

  “Mr. Hot Stuff?”

  “It’s what I’m calling him right now. I’m hoping I can snag him into being Mr. Boyfriend soon.” She winks at me.

  “Fine,” I sigh, following her into the gallery.

  I had never been in here before. In fact, I know nothing about art. I’m only here because Macy is dragging me. I shouldn’t really complain because if she had just canceled on me instead, I would be at home drinking wine and trying to decide if I should talk at Dominic’s sentencing. The sisterly part of me wants to, but the rational side of me reminds me he killed a woman for no reason.

  Once we walk into the crowded gallery, we both race to the wine bar. Even though Macy is here on business, I’m going to enjoy the open bar for a few moments.

  “I need to find the artist. Look around. I’ll find you in a bit.”

  Before I can tell her not to leave me alone, she’s gone into the sea of people. When I find her, I’m going to yell at her. As kindly as I can, I push through the people to the side of the gallery where there aren’t too many people. Of course, I slam right into the back of someone.

  Why am I so clumsy?

  “I’m sorry.”

  A stunning female with long black hair and bright dark eyes stares back at me. “It’s fine. I’m searching for my boyfriend before I have a panic attack.”

  “Oh dear.” The concern washes over me and I take her hand. “Just breathe deeply.”

  The girl shakes her head and it’s then I notice the artwork of tattoos on both arms. “I’m not supposed to be this way, but everyone is staring at my work, and I can’t find Hector.” She keeps looking all around.

  “You’re the artist?” What was her name? Zene?

  “Yeah,” she gives me a weak, nervous smile. “I’m Zoey Reyes.”

  Zoey! “I’m sure it’s great. I’m sorry to say I haven’t seen anything yet because people are everywhere, but that’s a good sign.”

  Zoey is still clinging to me. “I guess. You must think I’m a nut case.”

  I smile. “No, I don’t. Should I help you look for your boyfriend?” Why would I ask a dumb question like that? I don’t even know her boyfriend.

  “He and his teammates were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.”

  Teammates?

  “Zoey.” We both turn at the sound of her name and Hector Rodriguez appears next to us.

  Of course, her boyfriend is part of the Memphis Angels.

  They talk among themselves as I take a few steps back.

  “Wait.” Zoey reaches for me. “Thank you for letting me go crazy on you...um…”

  “Scarlett,” I fill in for
her. “It’s no problem.” I nod to them both and turn to leave.

  It’s then I notice almost the entire Angels team is here. I throw my wine back in one gulp and grab another glass. When I find Macy, she isn’t going to like me at all. Why would she bring me to this? I’m their enemy. Well, technically, I’m Trent’s enemy, but he still doesn’t know who my brother is or who I am. I find Macy and glide my way over to her before I lose her again. When I do, I yank at her arm.

  “Why is the Angels team here?”

  “Right.” Macy nods her head up and down. “It’s not just a showing for Zoey. It’s a fundraiser for the Memphis Angels. This year, they are raising funds for a charity for families of murder victims.”

  My mouth drops. “What the hell were you thinking?”

  “I'm sorry. I didn't know the full details until after I asked you to come with me. I figured the open bar would help.” She points over to it.

  I cover my face with my hand. I can’t be here. This is the worst place for me to be. I need to leave as quickly as I can before—

  “Scarlett.”

  Good Lord, please take me now, I pray as I hear Trent’s voice. I look up at Macy and she mouths I'm sorry.

  “Trent, Hi.” What else is there to say?

  “What are you doing here?”

  “Macy invited me. She’s covering it for the paper.” I nod over my shoulder to the empty space where Macy was standing a second ago. “I haven’t seen you at the gym.”

  “Away games. We’ve been gone almost two weeks.”

  “Oh, right. I forgot.” I look around, hoping the ground swallows me up. “Macy tells me this is helping out a charity.”

  Trent nods and his face drops. “Yes, it’s a good cause this year.”

  Good job, Scarlett, bring up victims of murdered families. “How’s your daughter?”

  “Perfect.” This topic brings Trent’s smile back. “She’s doing so well in school. She’s very smart.”

  “That’s wonderful to hear.” I look around as even more people come streaming in. “I think I’m going to step out for some fresh air.” I head toward the door, only to realize he’s following me. This is so bad. “Trent, you don’t have to come with me. I’m sure people want to see you.”

  He looks kind of embarrassed and uncomfortable surrounded by the crowd of people. “I know. It’s why I followed you out here. How bad is it that I wish I was at home?”

  “Me too. I’ve never been one for parties and large crowds. Whatever happened to quiet get-togethers?”

  He chuckles. “This is quiet, sort of. I think I automatically feel like it’s quiet whenever Kaelyn isn’t around. Not that she’s too loud or always talking, but she’s a kid, so…”

  “I know what you mean. I took on three-year-old twins this week. They talk all the time. It’s the most random things, too. None of it makes sense to me, but they think they’re hilarious.” A smile spreads across my face.

  He shakes his head with a smile still placed on his face. “I don’t think I could handle two of Kaelyn. She’s a handful all on her own. I like her more the older she gets, which feels kind of backward, but I like talking to her and her understanding most of what I’m saying.”

  “I’m the same way. I shouldn’t have favorites, but the kids between seven and nine are probably my favorites. They’re old enough to understand me but are still young enough that you can direct them into school and sports and not drugs and gangs. I hate it when any of my kids to end up in jail.” I try not to sound sad, but I can hear it in my tone.

  “That’s why you try to direct them and help them get a good head on their shoulders. I’m sure you do your best. At the end of the day, it’s all that matters sometimes.”

  “I’m not sure. I’m trying to be a good person, but right now, with my brother’s issues, it’s hard.” I want to tell him so badly. I can't bear for him to find out from someone other than me. "His sentencing is coming up soon and his lawyer wants me to talk on his behalf, but I don’t think I can. I mean, he’s my brother, but I think he needs to be in prison.” I look at Trent to see if he gets the hint. Maybe he'll figure it out on his own.

  “I’m probably not the best person to give advice on this kind of thing. Some people might deserve for someone like you to speak on their behalf, but some people should rot in prison. If you don’t think you can or should, then you probably shouldn’t.”

  At that very moment, I open my mouth to tell him everything, but this isn't the time or place. “You’re probably right. This time, he did something unforgivable and I don’t think I can help him out. I’m sure this is a touchy subject for you; I’m sorry I’m ruining our night.”

  “You’re not ruining it. Honestly, I almost didn’t come, and you’ve helped make me glad I did.”

  “Well, I was forced here against my will, but its bit better now.”

  He smiles. “Do you want to check out Zoey’s art with me and then grab some coffee? I should probably look around some. Hector raves about Zoey’s work, but he could be biased, at least a little bit.”

  I should leave him right where he stands, because nothing can come of this. However, it’s just an art gallery. Nothing will happen. “I would like to. Yes. Sure. Great.” I try not to be nervous, but I am.

  Hector has every right to be biased; Zoey is amazing. Most of her work is landscapes, and everyone is stuck on the one of the Angels stadium. It's almost as if you were standing there.

  I find Macy and tell her I am going for coffee. She doesn’t have to say anything; she looks confused and seems to wants to tell me to be careful, but she only hugs me.

  “I don’t think I’ve been to this place before. Do you come here because it’s close to the stadium?” I ask as we walk into the small coffee shop.

  “Yeah. Usually, I forget to make one at the house, so I always stop here on my way. Convenience is necessary when dealing with Kaelyn in the morning. She’s like Deborah, taking her sweet time in the mornings just to leave me rushing later.”

  “She sounds perfect. Do you mind me asking how you met your wife?” We take a seat at a table and the waitress takes our order. Trent is quiet until our coffees come. I start to think he isn’t going to say anything.

  “We met in college. I guess the short version is, we walked past one another every day one semester and I always noticed her. I finally stopped to talk to her one day because she looked upset. She was, but over her then boyfriend. They broke up shortly after and we started talking.”

  “Wow. Sounds like a romance movie.” I smile. “It’s a wonderful story to tell Kaelyn when she’s older.”

  “Yeah, I’m looking forward to it and dreading it all at the same. What about you? I feel like I hog the conversation. Where’s your Mr. Right?”

  “Well, he is nowhere. I mean there is no one in my life. I only have a long line of ex-boyfriends and bad relationships. My job keeps me so busy; a lot of guys don’t deal well with the hectic schedules.” I take a sip of my latte.

  “I’ve never really understood that. There’s more to making a relationship work than a measly schedule, but then, maybe I don’t understand because I’ve always been with someone who never minded. At least tell me you have some good stories to come out of the bad relationships?”

  “I shouldn’t make it sound like there were a ton of men. However, I’ve learned a little bit from each guy. I try to find someone who is funny, caring, and likes his job because I can’t stand someone who complains a lot.” I pause to think about my last relationship. “I thought I had that with the last guy, but my brother kept breaking into my house and always calling me for money, and....well, he couldn’t take it. So, he left. Now, I’m single and have been for about a year.”

  “Wow that had to have been hard to have your family cause problems like that. The more you talk about him, the happier I am you don’t think you should speak on his behalf. He doesn’t sound like he deserves it. But anyway, surely if I could marry the girl I stepped in front of so she had n
o choice but to run into me, you can find someone.”

  I can't keep lying to him. It's not fair to him or me.

  “Trent, you have to know something, and it’s important for you to listen to me. My brother is a bad person and I highly doubt I will speak at this trial. In fact, I’m sure I won’t. We may have come from the same blood, but I’m nothing like him. I tried so many times to save him and send him to rehab. I did everything I could, but he and I are polar opposites. Please remember that. I want you to know that.”

  He tilts his head in confusion, and for a second, I think he's figured it out. “I’ve met you, Scarlett. Granted, I don’t know everything about you, but I know enough that I wouldn’t compare you to your brother or assume you’re just like him. You don’t have to reassure me.”

  “Thank you, Trent.” It is nice to hear it from him. “Before I let my brain and mouth overrun this conversation, is there a reason you asked me to coffee? I think you did because you were tired of the sad, gloomy looks everyone was giving you. I know it’s only been seven months since you lost your wife, but don’t you grow tired of it? I know I would.”

  He gives me a small smile and nods. “Aside from my daughter, you’re the only person who doesn’t look at me or talk to me like I just lost her yesterday. It’s hard to smile and be the father I need to be when everyone is constantly reminding me of what I’ve lost. It’s not like I’ve forgotten, you know? Like tonight, I appreciate that the team is helping out other families. I’m happy they did it because it's fantastic something good can come out of this to help others, but… I don’t know how to explain it without sounding like a jackass.”

  “I understand. You’re trying to raise your daughter as normal as you can and you’re trying to move on the best you can. My mom and my brother would do drugs together all the time. I did my best to ignore them, but where I used to work, they knew what was happening and they would look at me with the saddest expressions. They would always tiptoe around me with questions. I was never invited to anything because no one wanted me to know where they lived because of my family. I just wanted to be normal. Now, I sound like the jackass.”