Chapter 20

CHAPTER TWENTY

Hilly couldn't believe Cisco had found out about her true identity in the ugliest possible way. She'd been ready to tell him everything later today, letting him make up his mind at his leisure, after she'd spilled. She'd just hoped he'd at least stick with his camp job if she approached things nicely. But now that gentle introduction to the person she really was, had been wrenched out of her control.

Hilly glanced over at Cisco, where he stood stiffly, his jaw clenched tight, his hands in fists. He was angry, alright, but was it at her, or at the two assholes who were still lingering? Both were, of course, soaking up the uncertainty now coming off her.

Her sperm donor broke the silence, grinning evilly at Cisco.

"So you didn't know Kay was a pathetic little fatty?" he laughed. "Are you kidding? You were actually…what? Thinking of dating her?"

Cisco looked like he was winding up to say something, but Hilly had heard enough. "That's it," she bit out. "You're out of here. Both of you."

"Not so fast." Her father's eyes narrowed nastily. "Don't you want to know why I'm here?"

"No one cares," Cisco ground from between clenched teeth. "The lady said, leave."

As much as she dreaded that he was sticking around to undoubtedly question her later, at the moment, she appreciated his presence.

"Stay out of this, cop," Marty spewed. "This is a family matter."

Family. As if.

The only thing the prick had ever done when he was around, was denigrate her and her mother, then spend every hard-earned penny her mother made working as a clerk at an attorney's office. But that job—where the resident lawyers and coworkers loved her mom—had also enabled them to get out from under Marty, taking care of her mother's divorce without breaking the bank.

"Spit out whatever you have to say, and leave," Hilly snapped, tired of seeing his ugly face. She had a camp to run, as well as apologies to make to Cisco.

"Fine," her birth-father sneered. "You know this property was supposed to be mine. I was my mother's only child. How you wheedled it out of her, I'll never know, but I'm putting you on notice. I'm going to fight you for every inch of this place. You'll be hearing from my new attorneys in the next few days."

Hilly narrowed her eyes, finally putting two and two together. Why had it taken her so long?

"You mean, Mr. Cottins attorneys," she growled. "You don't have money to risk on a lawsuit, but he does." She turned to the smug looking developer. "And what's your cut for your part in this?" she asked rhetorically. "Oh. Don't tell me. He's gifting you a percentage of the property, after which you'll buy him out of the rest."

"Look at you, figuring things out all on your own." Cottins glanced toward Marty. "And you said she was a stupid cunt." The two of them exchanged a superior, amused look.

Hilly had taken as much as she could, and now she had phone calls to make, on top of everything else. She opened her mouth to order them off the property once again, but Cisco got to them, first.

He stepped forward, menacingly. "If you two don't leave the premises immediately, I'll call for back-up, and have you both cited for harassment and trespassing."

"No need to call," a voice from behind Hilly stated sharply. "I already alerted the chief. There's a cruiser coming."

Hilly wanted to drop her head in her hands. Could it get any worse? Apparently Alvero had heard the exchanges that had been made, but how much had he been privy to? Besides the legal jeopardy she faced, did he also know that Hilly had been a chubby, pathetic kid? Would the accepting, big-brother demeanor he'd shown her since the minute he arrived, change because of it?

Langford Cottins gloated "We don't need to stick around any longer. My partner and I have said everything that needs to be imparted. Plus , a little more, obviously" He winked lasciviously at Hilly, looking her body up and down. "And for the record, Marty, your daughter doesn't look half bad, now."

A noise came from Cisco that sounded like a cross between an angry bear, and a rampaging lion. Hilly wasn't sure if the distressed sounds were because of her visitors, her, or a combination of both.

Cisco spoke fast, and got directly to the point. "If you're here by the time back-up arrives, I'm having you arrested."

Marty gave him a slow, smarmy grin. "No need. We're leaving." He turned to walk away, but glanced back over his shoulder. "And good luck tapping that tub-o-lard daughter of mine."

Cisco took a step toward him, but true to his cowardly nature, Marty double-timed it to his piece-of-shit truck, started it up, and drove away.

Cottins took a little longer to waltz to his car, clearly defying Cisco's authority. But when the sound of a siren moved closer, he hastened into his vehicle and quickly took off.

"Well, shit," Alvero huffed. "Hilly, are you okay?"

Hilly didn't know what to say. She wanted reassurance from Cisco that she was, indeed, going to be okay, but, ignoring her, he strode toward the cruiser that had just pulled in.

She swallowed the large lump in her throat. If Cisco was putting off talking to her, it didn't bode well.

"I guess so, Alvi," Hilly sighed. "Marty tried this, ineffectually, after Gran died. To get a hold of this property, I mean. But he's never had money behind him before."

"I don't think that will make a difference," Alvero told her. "Everyone who's local knows what a stain on humanity that man is. Uh… I'm sorry. He's your father and all…"

"He's no father of mine," she rebutted, anger replacing her fear. "He hasn't been since sixth grade when my mother kicked him out of the house. Jenson Duncan is my father, now."

Alvi nodded sagely. He'd met Papa-J when he'd come out this morning, and the two had hit it off, big time. It hadn't taken Alvi long to convince her father that two sets of hands were better than one when it came to the upgrades he was undertaking on her ropes course. Her Papa had agreed, and would be out tomorrow morning to assist.

"He's a great guy," Alvi agreed. "And I don't blame you for not claiming that piece of crap who just left."

"Thanks for that." Hilly bit her lip, but she had to ask. "You don't…? Has, um, your opinion of me changed?"

His head went back, and he looked at her, askance. "Why would it?" he questioned.

"Because…I've been lying to you. Pretending to be this put-together woman without a worry in the world, and now you know I'm nothing but an imposter. A fat kid who's never gotten over the bullying I suffered as a child."

Alvero approached her with a soft look in his eyes. "Hilly, you're not an imposter. You're a beautiful, vibrant woman who's sweet and generous. I'm in awe of the amount of time you give your kids here at camp. And now, understanding your past, I commend you even further. A lot of people in your position would have tried to put a negative childhood experience far behind them. Instead, you stare it in the eye every day as you mentor and encourage your campers to love themselves. Hell," he added, running a hand over his face, "if it wasn't for Cisco, I'd be interested in you for all those reasons, and more."

A growl sounded from behind Hilly, and she glanced back quickly to see Cisco's scowling face.

Oh, shit.

"Take a hike, Alvi," he snarled.

Far from looking contrite that he'd been caught complimenting Hilly, Alvero gave Cisco a huge, toothy grin, and a mock salute. "You got it buddy. I was just leaving."

Hilly refused to turn around to face Cisco as Alvero took off and she heard the cruiser drive away. She could feel the anger radiating off him. All she wanted to do was run back to her cabin and hide, because this wasn't the confrontation she'd been imagining when she'd thought about revealing her past.

"Hilly. Look at me," Cisco ordered gruffly.

She shook her head. "There's no reason. You're mad at me, and I get it. I wasn't honest with you. I hid who I was, and…" she trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

"I don't give a shit who you were," he thundered.

Hilly winced, waiting for the rest. But when words didn't come, she figured he was finished with her, and took a step back toward camp.

His hands came up and gripped her shoulders, but his touch was gentle, as was Cisco's voice when it next emerged near her ear. "Listen closely. The woman I see in front of me is Hilly Duncan. Am I upset you didn't trust me with the fact that we knew each other when we were young? No, I'm not. What I am feeling is confusion. Why did you think it would matter to me that you were once cute little Kay Smittfield?"

"Cute little…?" Hilly couldn't believe those words had come out of his mouth. She needed to jog his memory. "Cisco. I was a fat, ugly kid from a severely dysfunctional home ruled over by that…asshole who just left. You were a soccer star; a handsome, outgoing boy all the girls were after. We shouldn't even have existed on the same plain. And now that you know who I really am…" Hilly couldn't get any more out. After the confrontation with Cottins, her father, and now having to deal with Cisco, she was suddenly wiped out.

"Right," he agreed, which made her want to weep even more. "Now that I know who you really are, maybe we can drop the bullshit and move forward," he responded softly, surprising the hell out of her. "I've been wracking my brains to figure out why you were so hot and cold with me from the get-go. Now I know. You were afraid I'd find out your secret. Now I can call you out, every time you put those walls up."

His arms slowly went around her, pulling her back against his leather-clad chest. "Let me repeat myself. I know who you are, and it doesn't change my feelings for you in the slightest. To me, you are Hilly Duncan, a highly empathetic woman who runs a kick-ass camp for kids who I now know you relate to on a level I can only imagine. It makes you even more special."

Tears that had threatened, filled Hilly's eyes. She'd misjudged Cisco badly, and it was because when she'd first seen him again, all her old insecurities had come roaring back into her head.

She owed him an apology.

"I'm sorry, Cisco. I let my past get the better of me. At times, I…still feel like the fat little girl who was picked on all the time."

"There's nothing to apologize for," he soothed, tightening his grip, and dropping a tender kiss to the top of her head. "If anything, I should be the one groveling."

Her chin came up. "Why?"

"For being a clueless young prick. For not coming to your defense, back in the day," he told her in a quiet, solemn tone.

"Oh, my God, Cisco. You did stick up for me. A few times." She turned in his arms, letting him see how much that had meant to her. "I've never forgotten it, and…"

"And?" he prompted, his eyes glued to hers.

"And it might have made me crush on you, pretty hard." She bit her lip.

Cisco groaned. "Seriously, Hilly? You're going to tell me that, now?" He pulled her in tightly, and she could feel how much her words had affected him. The breeches he wore were in danger of bursting open with his enthusiasm.

Hilly giggled. "I didn't know that admitting I had a crush on you would make that happen." She rocked her belly into him, her confidence suddenly soaring.

"Spoiler alert, Hilly. Everything you do makes that happen," he told her. "But it sucks especially badly right now, because I have a class to teach in a few minutes. So as much as I love being exactly where I am, I'm going to have to put air between us in order to have things that kids shouldn't see…subside."

With one last wiggle of her hips, Hilly backed up. Although what she really wanted was to take the newfound, freedom- from-her-past-high she was experiencing, drag Cisco back to her cabin, and have her way with him. But she couldn't tell him that. He was trying to make…things, go away.

She giggled instead.

"What evil thoughts are you having in that pretty head?"

She hummed giddily. "That maybe during swim time later on, we can leave oversight to Alvi and Buffy, and perhaps…take a walk? A looong, walk," she clarified.

"Seriously, Hilly?" he huffed. "You're not helping my condition. We need to talk about something distasteful."

All the steam went out of Hilly as Marty's distasteful threats came rolling back over her.

Cisco dropped his chin to his chest. "Now you're thinking about what Marty and Cottins are trying to do, aren't you?" he asked.

"I am," Hilly admitted, shaking her head. "I'm worried, Cisco. What if they've got an expensive, high-powered attorney?"

"Then you prove that facts are facts. Who did you use to fight him the last time?"

Hilly felt a little of her confidence return. "The law firm my mother and I work for. They've been so supportive."

Cisco looked rightfully confused. "Work for? But you…? The camp…?

Hilly grinned. "This is my part-time gig, Cisco. Mom and I have a sweet deal going. During the summer months when I'm busy with camp, my mother does the job. During my off season, I take over so my parents can travel."

Cisco's face cleared. " That is a sweet deal." He grew thoughtful. "And the lawyers where you work know all about what Marty's attempted; what he'll continue to attempt?"

"They do. And the firm's managing partner was the one who helped my grandmother draw up her will. Marty's assertion during his first attack was that Gran wasn't in her right mind at the time, which was quickly debunked. I'm just worried he's come up with something more believable this time."

"Don't let it rattle you," Cisco comforted as they turned to walk away from the parking lot. He picked up her hand, and she curled her fingers into his, loving the feel of their palms touching. "I promise I'll help bury him. He's not a nice guy. I'll make his arrest records available to your lawyers, so if it comes down to a hearing, they can use them to bring his true character to light for the presiding judge."

Hilly immediately felt lighter, knowing she had Cisco's support. The offer he'd so adamantly made had her all warm and gooey inside. Not because she didn't have other people helping, but because it showed that the more personal feelings he'd professed weren't just an anomaly.

Damn. Cisco was a great guy. Every hard, mouth-watering bit of him.

"Look at you, coming to my rescue, once again," she teased, nudging him with her elbow.

He squeezed her hand. "I have a lot to make up for."