If Timmy hadn’t been such douchebag as a teenager, Ali would feel bad about what the boys had done. But then again, they probably wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t been such a jerk.
“He drives a minivan.” Ricky answered, his eyes still glued to his book.
“A minivan, huh?” Kade repeated before thankfully dropping the subject. “Do you like training over at Legacy? I’ve heard good things about your coach.”
“Yeah. He’s great!” KJ enthused. “You should come tonight and meet him! Meet everyone!”
Ali’s fork stilled mid-bite at her nephew’s zealous invitation. Since he’d started taking classes she’d been asking, bargaining, and even begging to come and observe. It wasn’t like she’d stand out, since Kade’s rise to fame mixed martial arts were to Whisper Lake, Illinois like football was to Odessa, Texas. The place was packed and all the parents watched.
From the first time she’d broached the subject of her sitting and watching like all of the other parents did, his answer had always been a hard no. At first, she’d thought that it was just because he was nervous because he was new to the martial arts, but he’d been training for over a year and he hadn’t wavered on his position. He didn’t want her there. It didn’t matter what tactic she took, what strategy she used, he held his ground.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw that Ricky was staring at her, waiting to see what her reaction would be. She made a mental note that the chance of her having a full meltdown was what could get Ricky to stop reading.
“What? What did I miss?” Kade asked, looking back and forth between Ricky and Ali.
You mean besides the last year and a half? is what she wanted to say…instead she went with a simple, “Nothing.”
The table was quiet and Ali lifted her glass and took a large swig of Dr. Pepper, closing her eyes as the carbonated goodness washed away the nasty taste of nephew betrayal and soggy and burnt Hamburger Helper.
“Nothing?” Kade broached again.
“KJ hasn’t let Aunt Ali go to any of his classes,” Ricky hung their dirty laundry out to dry.
“It’s not a big deal,” Ali assured the table.
Logically, she knew it wasn’t. Kade was not just their “uncle” he was Kade McKnight. Of course KJ would want him to go to the gym with him. But emotionally, it felt like another slap in the face. Kade had been off…doing whatever he’d been doing…and she’d been here, in the trenches, and he was the one who got all the glory.
She’d been the one that had rushed KJ to the emergency room after she found him passed out drunk in the basement. She’d been the one that had been called to the school twenty-seven times for a variety of behavior issues and had to beg the administration not to expel him. She’d been the one that had to go down to the police station because he’d been caught vandalizing Stone Castle with his friends.
She’d been the one that had been there.
But he was Kade McKnight.
***
Kade watched asAli’s eye twitched and he sensed that she was dangerously close to her breaking point.
As much as he’d love to go check out KJ’s class and meet KJ’s coach, the last thing Kade wanted to do was upset Ali. He was already skating on thin ice with her since he’d shown up out of the blue with his bag and somewhat manipulated his way into being able to stay here. Sure, it had been a dick move. But he knew that there was no way she’d willingly have let him come or invited him to stay.
Still, Ricky bringing up Patrick hadn’t been part of the plan. He actually hadn’t thought he’d need the boys’ intervention at all. He’d figured all he’d have to do was show up on the doorstep and he’d get an obligatory invitation. He hadn’t been prepared for how different things were. How different Ali was.
“See, it’s fine,” KJ insisted, pretending his aunt’s statement about it not being a big deal had been sincere.
Ali’s lips pursed as her jaw ticked. He didn’t want to disappoint KJ, but he knew that he had to tread lightly.
Hoping to smooth over the situation Kade suggested, “Why don’t we all go? And then after we can stop at Cherry On Top for ice cream.”
“It’s closed.” Ricky was back to his book.
“And they’re thirteen, not five,” Ali snarkily commented.
“I’m thirty-two and I love ice-cream.”
He could see that Ali wanted to make a crack about his maturity level but she refrained.
“I love ice cream.” KJ shot Ali a look that Kade would’ve never dared to give any adult, much less someone he cared about at KJ’s age.
He’d only been here an hour and already he could see how much the boys’ personalities had changed. Kade wondered how much of it had to do with Patrick’s death and how much of it was just being a teenager. Whatever the cause, it was clear they were having issues and he’d left Ali to deal with it all by herself.