Oh God. I groan. “She did not tell you guys that.” Sometimes Rose being overly open is a bad thing. When it comes to her private life, she’s a mouse. Or at least, she used to be.
“Yeah, she fucking did.”
I didn’t want her to share that info with anyone but Lily and maybe Poppy, our oldest sis. “It’s only like that when I—”
“Starve yourself,” he deadpans. Then he shakes his head. “You can’t eat, you can’t sleep…”
I smile wide at his words because I instantly recall a quote from a movie. I can’t help it. I recite the lines, “It's got to be that can't-eat, can't-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over-the-fence, World Series kind of stuff.” Then I pause, waiting for his ah-ha moment. He just looks confused. “It Takes Two.” It doesn’t ring a bell for him. “A Mary Kate and Ashley movie. They were describing love.”
His eyebrows rise. “Funny. But love isn’t causing you these problems.”
“How do you know?” I ask.
He extends his arms. “I’m sorry, where are all the guys you’ve been dating while I’ve been sleeping in your fucking bed?”
“I could be in love with you.” I throw out this line, wondering if he’ll reel me in, but he just gives me a hard stare.
“Are you?” he taunts back, not stepping down from this.
He puts me on the defensive. I want to say yes. But am I in love with Ryke? How do I know? “I’m not sure.”
“Well, be damn fucking sure about this,” Ryke says, “any love that I fucking give will never hurt a woman.” He passes the bowl to me, cold in my hands. “Eat your cereal.”
Seriousness blankets the kitchen once more. “You heard my mom this morning.” She bruised my hip she pinched my skin so hard.
“Yeah.” His eyebrows rise. “Fuck your mom.”
“Hey,” I snap.
“Hey what? She’s nothing but cruel to Lily. She fights with Rose constantly. And she treats you like you’re a little fucking doll she likes to dress up and show off. It drives me fucking nuts watching you do things you hate just to please other people.”
I’m not a fan of modeling, not when I have to stand still for so long. I just get restless. So I can’t argue against his point. “It’s different when peoples’ careers are on the line. Fashion designers and agents are counting on me. If I can’t fit into the clothes, then I’m not just disappointing myself but I’m hurting them.”
I search his eyes, but all I see is that familiar stone that Lily talks about. She says his brother is ice. All sharp. But Ryke, he’s like the rocks he climbs—just hard.
“Don’t be a fucking mannequin.”
“I’m not.”
“Really? Because I see a girl who has another person’s thoughts, another person’s desires and dreams.”
“I think that’s a puppet.”
“Don’t be a fucking puppet then.”
My eyes fall to the cereal. I’ve heard him speak with this conviction before, but this time, it barrels into me like the biggest truth of all. “Maybe after Fashion Week, I’ll tell her how I feel again.” Maybe I can finally stand up to my mom. “Why are you so passionate about this anyway?” I ask, expecting him to say something like because I care about you.
Instead he says, “I’ve been there with my own mother. It’s not fucking fun.”
He hardly talks about Sara Hale, mostly because of what happened a couple years ago. Mostly because she changed all of our lives. And I’m not sure it was all for the better.
“Eat your fucking cereal,” he says roughly.
I do. Four spoonfuls later, Ryke looks pleased. I like when he’s satisfied. I like when I do right by all people, but it’s just hard when my mom stands at one end and my sisters, Ryke, Connor and Lo stand at the other.
They outnumber her, but my mom raised me. Isn’t that a trump card?
He watches me eat, making sure that I’m not fibbing. “This cereal sucks,” I tell him on the tenth bite.
“It’s healthy, but if you want chocolate, there’s ice cream in the freezer.”
I practically moan. “Don’t tempt me.”
He almost smiles. “After Fashion Week, you promise you’ll talk to her?”
I nod. “Yeah, yeah.”
“Don’t yeah me twice,” he retorts.
“Why, because it’s redundant?”
He leans close, his arms on either side of the counter, on either side of me. “Because it sounds fake, sweetheart.”