home » Romance » J. Kenner » Under My Skin (Stark International Trilogy #3) » Under My Skin (Stark International Trilogy #3) Page 45

Under My Skin (Stark International Trilogy #3) Page 45
Author: J. Kenner

Ethan doesn’t know the hell I went through with my dad, but he does know how distant I am from both our parents. And even though they treated him like a prince when he was ill, the truth is that even his relationship with them is strained, because they never really saw him as a kid. More like a fragile commodity. And while he is willing to spend time with them and truly loves them, he’s told me at least a dozen times that he’s not sure he could be a dad, because what the hell does he know about genuine closeness?

I don’t know if he’s right about his parenting skills, but I see that distance in the way he handles his relationships with women. Hell, I saw it in my own, too. Or, rather, I saw it until Jackson.

“What’s the matter with you?” Cass snaps the question at Ethan even as she takes my hand and squeezes. “You’ve told me she’s a little angel, right?”

“She is,” I say, glancing at my brother as if to underscore the point. But the moment I see his face, I regret looking that way.

I see all the years of my childhood. All of my pain—most of which he doesn’t even know about. I see the way my mother ignored me. I see my anger at my father and his distance toward me.

I see the fragility of children, and the knowledge that it is so easy to fuck up a life.

I see it, because that fragile child stares back at me every morning from the mirror, and the woman she is now has no idea how to be a mom. Hell, that girl isn’t even certain how she survived childhood.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” I say.

“Oh, shit. Syl—”

“Forget it, Ethan. It’s okay. It’s just been a long, weird couple of days. And the fact is, Ronnie’s not really at the top of the problem pile, you know? Keeping Jackson out of jail is what’s keeping me up at night. Not whether or not I’ll be watching Sesame Street every morning.”

I turn pointedly to Cass. “So. All well with Siobhan?”

Thankfully, Cass understands my need to change the subject. “Everything is perfect,” she says. “I’m in that lovey-dovey floaty place.” She releases an exaggerated sigh and then pats her hand rapidly over her heart. “I’m all pitty-pat and gooey and sweet. It’s disgusting, really. On anyone else, I’d want to smack them for being a walking case of sugar shock. But I’m just giddily floating along.”

I lean over to shoulder-butt her, then raise my brows as I look at my brother. “Of course, she’d drop Siobhan in a heartbeat if Kirstie Ellen Todd was available and willing.”

Cass tosses her hand up to her forehead like a Victorian-era woman with the vapors. “Alas, she’s off the market again. She and Graham Elliott made up. Pregnant,” she adds in a stage whisper.

Ethan looks at me, a little hesitant at first, but then his grin widens with Cass’s antics.

“She has a little crush,” I say.

“Hell, who can blame her? Todd is hot.”

“Exactly,” Cass says. “Of course, Siobhan is hotter. Be still my heart.”

Ethan tosses an olive from his drink at her, and I ask Ethan about his love life.

“Happily non-monogamous,” he says. “Or did you miss the part where I pointed out that Laguna Beach is like a buffet of hot women?”

“Neanderthal.”

“And proud of it.”

We move from insults to his house hunt. “All I really need is two bedrooms in a complex with an exercise room. I’m not picky, you know? Mostly I just want to get out of Mom and Dad’s house.”

“I don’t blame you,” I say dryly, and beside me Cass grabs my hand under the table. She’s known part of my story for years, but it’s only been recently that I told her about my dad’s role in what happened to me as a teen. Ethan doesn’t know any of that, and I will go to my grave protecting that secret.

“Dad said he’s been calling you,” Ethan says. “I really think—” He cuts himself off. “You know what? Never mind.”

I should just drop it, but I don’t. “You really think what?”

“I just think—you know. You should see what he has to say.” He doesn’t look at me when he answers, and the tuna sits uncomfortably in my stomach. Because I have no interest in hearing what my dad has to say. And Ethan knows that.

Beside me, Cass winces, and I realize that I’ve been squeezing her hand so hard it’s a wonder the bones are still solid. I shoot her a silent apology and release her hand. As for Ethan, I just shake my head. “We don’t have anything to talk about.”

“He pissed you off at dinner,” he says, referring to the dinner he, Jackson, and I shared with my parents the night Ethan got home from London. The night that Jackson—damn him—told my dad what Reed did to me.

Search
J. Kenner's Novels
» Deepest Kiss (Stark Trilogy #3.10)
» Unwrap Me (Stark Trilogy #3.9)
» Ignited (Most Wanted #3)
» Wanted (Most Wanted #1)
» Seduce Me (Stark Trilogy #3.8)
» Complete Me (Stark Trilogy #3)
» Release Me (Stark Trilogy #1)
» Under My Skin (Stark International Trilogy #3)
» On My Knees (Stark International Trilogy #2)
» Say My Name (Stark International Trilogy #1)
» Claim Me (Stark Trilogy #2)
» Take Me (Stark Trilogy #3.5)
» Have Me (Stark Trilogy #3.6)
» Play My Game (Stark Trilogy #3.7)
» Tame Me (Stark International Trilogy 0.5)
» Heated (Most Wanted #2)