circles beneath her eyes. Her hands were knobby, raw knuckled, with cuticles ragged from nervous picking. She reminded me of a bird, all hollow bones and ruffled feathers.
He bent and kissed her cheek. âMerry Christmas, Mom.â
God, it hurt more than I expected, hearing him say it out loud. Even if he rarely saw her, she was alive, and there was a chance sheâd beat the odds this time, astonish him with an awesome recovery. An ache tightened my throat.
âYou get more handsome every time I see you,â she said with what looked like a fond, if tired, smile. âDo you have a stylist or something?â
âI got your genes,â he said, which obviously pleased her, based on how she beamed.
Then Mrs. Riley turned to me. âWhoâs this?â
âIâm Edie Kramer. Nice to meet you.â
For clarity, I presumed, Kian added, âMy girlfriend.â
âFinally.â Her eyes took on a teasing light. âYou were such a late bloomer. Iâm so glad youâre here, Edie. Now you can level with me about how Kianâs really doing. Heâs so evasive, especially about his job.â
Since that was the last thing I could do, I managed a crooked smile. âActually, heâs taking time off to focus on school.â
Kian was scowling at me, as if to say, Why the hell did you tell her that? I ignored him.
âAre you okay on money?â she asked, visibly anxious.
Oh, crap. I forgot he pays for her treatments.
âIâm fine,â he said. âIâve got a good amount in savings and Iâm looking for part-time work, something that leaves me more time to study.â
And doesnât come with a lifetime servitude clause.
âOh, thatâs good.â Relief relaxed her shoulders. âYou always were so frugal. Remember how youâd lend money to your sister when she burned through her allowance? You had a ledger and everything. Such a little loan shark.â
He shifted, seeming not to know how to respond. During the relatively short time Iâd known him, heâd never mentioned his sister. I had the sense it was an unhealed wound, a loss he couldnât process. Quietly I reached for his hand under the table and his fingers clutched mine as if I were a rope that kept him from falling off a cliff.
âWe brought presents,â I cut in, mostly to change the subject.
âDid you?â Mrs. Riley seemed honestly delighted. âHow sweet! And youâre so pretty too. I have a good feeling about you.â
Despite a rocky few years, her demeanor showed glimpses of the grace she mustâve exuded when she was still a socialite. I could picture her in better clothes with hair and makeup done just so, wearing a designer dress and holding a flute of expensive champagne while gossiping with moneyed guests. In fact, she could still fit in among the Blackbriar parents. I figured a bunch of them had been to rehab.
âThanks.â Producing the gift, I offered it to her with a smile.
She wasted no time in tearing into her package and she appeared pleased with the lavender slippers Iâd bought, just simple ballet-style ones but since Iâd never met the woman, I had no idea of her tastes. Iâd gotten a medium, hoping for the best. She pulled off the somewhat worn ones she had on and slipped into them right away. Wriggling her toes, she beamed at me.
âWith socks on, they fit beautifully. Thank you, Edie.â
I took that to mean they were a little big, but she was nice enough not to complain. âYouâre welcome.â
Then she unwrapped Kianâs present. She had tears in her eyes when he fastened the dainty bracelet watch on her wrist. Leaning forward, she pressed a trembling hand to his cheek, and I had to look away. My chest hurts. For multiple reasons, this was turning out to be a lot harder than I anticipated.
The hour passed quickly, though. Too soon, the other visitors packed up, giving hugs