"No arguments there." I have no idea what Leighton's ex did to hurt her, but right now I feel like the scum of the Earth. Fuck, the way Kaylee stared at me like I tore her heart out.
"What the fuck, Brendon? Are you going to explain?" Walker asks.
"How many times are you going to ask the same question?" This isn't what I want. It's how things have to be.
"Until I get a straight answer." He shakes his head. "Why would you break up with Kaylee?"
"She shouldn't be with someone like me," I say.
"What the hell does that mean?" Leighton asks.
"God. Still with this shit? Get the fuck over yourself." Walker's voice gets angry. "Do you
treat her well?"
"Of course," I say.
"You make her smile?" he asks.
"Yeah. And?" I fold my arms.
"You support her?" he asks.
"I try." I do.
"You listen when she needs that?" he asks.
"You make her come?" Leighton jumps in.
"Of course. That's a stupid fucking question," I say.
"You're a stupid fucking idiot." She slams the table. "You make her laugh. You make her feel safe. You make her come. Explain to me how she shouldn't be around you."
I... I can't.
"She lights up like a pinball machine when you're around," Walker says. "She loves you. You love her. The two of you are a million fucking times more pleasant when you're around each other. Whatever bullshit you're selling about her being better off without you—nobody is buying it but you."
Chapter Fifty-One
Kaylee
"Kay-bear." Grandma's voice is soft. Quiet. She's smiling. Her eyes are a little fuzzy.
According to Mom, she's on a lot of painkillers.
But she doesn't look like she's dying.
She just looks tired.
How can she only have weeks left?
Or less?
I swallow hard. "Hey, Grandma."
Mom squeezes my hand.
"You look terrible, Kay. Haven't you heard of under-eye concealer?" Grandma teases.