the aqua. It brings out your eyes and complements your fair skin.”
Kylie leaned against the dresser and studied her face in the mirror. “I hate my coloring.”
“Don’t get me started on that again. Do you know how many people would kill to have your perfect complexion? And that sprinkling of the cutest freckles across your cheeks and nose to boot? I spent my entire teenage life fighting pimples and blackheads.”
“Oh no, here we go.”
“Here we go is right.” Robin hopped off her bed and tugged Kylie’s arm. “I spent years in a dermatologist’s office—”
“And my skin still doesn’t look as good as yours.” Kylie finished Robin’s sentence and stuck out her tongue. “Fine. I won’t complain about my skin color.”
“Thank you.” Robin crossed her arms in front of her chest and feigned frustration. One side of her mouth lifted in a grin. “So, where’s Richie taking you?”
“Dinner, I think.”
“Casual?”
“He didn’t say, so I’m going with khaki capris and a nice top. I figure I can wear that to fast food or to a halfway decent restaurant.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Robin grabbed Kylie’s arm and squeezed. “Listen, let yourself have fun. I want to hear all the juicy details tonight.” She picked up her purse, then slid on her sandals.
“Where are you going?”
“Out.”
“With Tyler?”
“Yep.”
“Robin, you’ve spent a lot of time with him, like almost every waking hour for the last few weeks. You even got Ryan to cover for you at work one day.”
“Yep.”
“We need to talk about this. What are you going to do when school starts?”
“I told you I’m not worried about that. One day at a time.”
“Robin—”
“Look, Kylie, Tyler is a wonderful Christian man. Bransom is a super kid. I love them.” Robin faced Kylie. “Both of them.”
Kylie sat on the edge of the bed as her stomach tied in knots. “Are you saying—”
Robin nodded. “Yes, I am.” She kissed the top of Kylie’s head then headed for the door. “I’ll see you later.”
Before Kylie had a chance to respond, Robin was gone. “Oh, my. What is she thinking?”
She stood, grabbed the aqua polo, and pulled it over her head, then slid into her capris. After applying a touch of blush and mascara, she brushed her hair, deciding to let it fall straight and silky down her back.
She looked at her alarm clock. “I still have forty-five minutes until he gets here.” While puttering around the apartment, straightening magazines and fluffing pillows, she noticed her bank statement on the coffee table. “Might as well balance my checkbook before he comes.”
After scooping it off the table, she grabbed her purse from the counter and searched through it for her checkbook. “This probably isn’t the best of ideas.” She opened the cupboard and picked up the calculator. “This always makes me grouchy.”
After sliding into a dining room chair, Kylie spread her papers on the table. It didn’t take long to figure the numbers and discover she had ten dollars less than she thought in the account due to a subtraction error. “Not too bad of a mistake.” She wrote her current balance in the ledger and then flipped her checkbook pages to find the calendar. “Don’t have much to live on ’til payday, though.”
Exhaling, she smacked the checkbook shut, collected the statement and calculator, and put them away. “I hate being broke.”
Her mind wandered to Robin. What was her friend thinking? She needed to keep her head, to finish school, not to fall head over heels for the first guy she dated. Kylie didn’t deny Tyler being a great guy. She didn’t even have a problem with Robin falling in love with him, marrying him, and having children with him, but her friend needed to finish school first. She needed to be able to support them if something tragic happened.
Of course, Tyler won’t be getting black lung from his job. Kylie closed her eyes and thought of her parents. Only four
Kylie leaned against the dresser and studied her face in the mirror. “I hate my coloring.”
“Don’t get me started on that again. Do you know how many people would kill to have your perfect complexion? And that sprinkling of the cutest freckles across your cheeks and nose to boot? I spent my entire teenage life fighting pimples and blackheads.”
“Oh no, here we go.”
“Here we go is right.” Robin hopped off her bed and tugged Kylie’s arm. “I spent years in a dermatologist’s office—”
“And my skin still doesn’t look as good as yours.” Kylie finished Robin’s sentence and stuck out her tongue. “Fine. I won’t complain about my skin color.”
“Thank you.” Robin crossed her arms in front of her chest and feigned frustration. One side of her mouth lifted in a grin. “So, where’s Richie taking you?”
“Dinner, I think.”
“Casual?”
“He didn’t say, so I’m going with khaki capris and a nice top. I figure I can wear that to fast food or to a halfway decent restaurant.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Robin grabbed Kylie’s arm and squeezed. “Listen, let yourself have fun. I want to hear all the juicy details tonight.” She picked up her purse, then slid on her sandals.
“Where are you going?”
“Out.”
“With Tyler?”
“Yep.”
“Robin, you’ve spent a lot of time with him, like almost every waking hour for the last few weeks. You even got Ryan to cover for you at work one day.”
“Yep.”
“We need to talk about this. What are you going to do when school starts?”
“I told you I’m not worried about that. One day at a time.”
“Robin—”
“Look, Kylie, Tyler is a wonderful Christian man. Bransom is a super kid. I love them.” Robin faced Kylie. “Both of them.”
Kylie sat on the edge of the bed as her stomach tied in knots. “Are you saying—”
Robin nodded. “Yes, I am.” She kissed the top of Kylie’s head then headed for the door. “I’ll see you later.”
Before Kylie had a chance to respond, Robin was gone. “Oh, my. What is she thinking?”
She stood, grabbed the aqua polo, and pulled it over her head, then slid into her capris. After applying a touch of blush and mascara, she brushed her hair, deciding to let it fall straight and silky down her back.
She looked at her alarm clock. “I still have forty-five minutes until he gets here.” While puttering around the apartment, straightening magazines and fluffing pillows, she noticed her bank statement on the coffee table. “Might as well balance my checkbook before he comes.”
After scooping it off the table, she grabbed her purse from the counter and searched through it for her checkbook. “This probably isn’t the best of ideas.” She opened the cupboard and picked up the calculator. “This always makes me grouchy.”
After sliding into a dining room chair, Kylie spread her papers on the table. It didn’t take long to figure the numbers and discover she had ten dollars less than she thought in the account due to a subtraction error. “Not too bad of a mistake.” She wrote her current balance in the ledger and then flipped her checkbook pages to find the calendar. “Don’t have much to live on ’til payday, though.”
Exhaling, she smacked the checkbook shut, collected the statement and calculator, and put them away. “I hate being broke.”
Her mind wandered to Robin. What was her friend thinking? She needed to keep her head, to finish school, not to fall head over heels for the first guy she dated. Kylie didn’t deny Tyler being a great guy. She didn’t even have a problem with Robin falling in love with him, marrying him, and having children with him, but her friend needed to finish school first. She needed to be able to support them if something tragic happened.
Of course, Tyler won’t be getting black lung from his job. Kylie closed her eyes and thought of her parents. Only four
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