FADING (A novel)(36)

“What do you mean it doesn’t matter?” Jase asks.

I shake my head and stare out the rain-covered window.

“Candace?”

“It just doesn’t matter, Jase. It’s wrong.”

“It’s not wrong for you to find someone attractive.”

Turning my head to look at him, I say, “Yes, it is.”

I feel the car slow down and can see that Mark is pulling into a random parking lot. He turns the car off, steps out, and opens my door. Sliding in next to me, he shuts the door behind him. “Stop punishing yourself.”

I open my mouth to speak, but he immediately cuts me off and repeats slowly, “Stop punishing yourself.”

Facing me, Jase adds, “Nobody says that you can’t enjoy life. You can. You should. You just won’t allow yourself.”

“How can I feel like that after what happened? It feels wrong.”

“It’s not wrong,” Mark says. “You need to let yourself feel happiness and not run away from every good feeling that comes over you.”

“It doesn’t feel right.”

“Why?” Jase asks.

“Because . . . it makes me feel cheap—dirty.” My stomach is in knots talking about this. I don’t want to be talking about this. I never want to talk about this.

Mark places his hands on my shoulders and looks me straight in the eyes. “You aren’t either of those things, not even close. What happened doesn’t make you cheap or dirty or whatever else you’re thinking. It happened, and you have been punishing yourself ever since.”

“Candace,” Jase adds, “He’s right. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. You can’t keep taking this wound and ripping it further open beyond repair. You have to try and leave it be, and allow it to heal.”

“I don’t know.” I say.

“I’m proud of you,” Jase says. “I honestly didn’t think you would come out with us tonight. Thought you might back out.” He smiles at me, and I lean forward between the seats to hug him.

“I’m glad I came,” I say as I sit back.

Mark takes my hand, kisses it, and says, “Think about what we said.”

Nodding my head, I say, “Okay.”

Mark hops out, gets back behind the wheel, and drives me home. When he pulls up to the front of my house, Jase asks, “You want us to stay over?”

“I’m fine, Jase. Thanks again, guys.” I give them both a kiss and step out of the car. When I walk inside, Kimber is gone. I go to my room, strip off my clothes, throw on a pair of pajama pants and a cami, and take a sleeping pill before climbing into bed.





Chapter Thirteen


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“I hate you!” Roxy shouts, a few octaves above normal, while she teasingly shoves my shoulder. “I love that band! How did you even get tickets?”

“Jase got the tickets from one of his friends,” I say as I shrug my shoulders as if it was no big deal that I got to see The xx in a private concert last weekend.

“Man, I need to meet this friend so that I can score some tickets too.”

Looking up at her while I’m refilling the coffee beans in the grinder, I say, “You have met him. Well, you’ve seen him.”

“Who?”

Securing the burlap bag with the remaining beans, I tell her, “That guy that came in the other day, the one you said was hot.”

Giving my shoulder another playful shove, she says, “You’re kidding?!”

“Nope,” I huff out as I carry the heavy bag into the back stockroom. When I walk back out, Roxy is standing there staring at me with her hands on her hips and an evil grin on her face. I roll my eyes when I walk past her and continue cleaning up before my shift ends in a few minutes. I can feel her stare when I finally turn around and snap, “What?”

“That’s it?”

“Yes, that’s it.” I turn back around and continue wiping down the machines.

Roxy sidles up next to me, leaning her hip against the counter with her arms crossed in front of her. “Was he there?”

“Yes, Rox, he was there,” I say as I continue to busy myself with cleaning.

“You’re driving me crazy here. Talk to me, girl.”

Turning around, I say matter-of-factly, “There is nothing to tell. We went out, ran into him at Spines, had a drink. There is no crazy story to tell.”

I start untying my apron when I notice Roxy eying me with a strange look on her face. “Really? No story to tell,” she says as she tilts her head toward the entrance.

I look up to see Ryan walking through the shop, heading to the counter. What is he doing here? Looking at Roxy, I shake my head at her as I make my way over to him.

“You’re gonna get an ulcer,” I jokingly say, even though I’m a ball of nerves on the inside.

He lets out a soft chuckle as he says, “I didn’t come for coffee.”

I look at him with slight confusion when he lifts his hand, which is holding my leopard scarf. The scarf I was wearing last weekend that I thought I’d lost.

“Oh,” I say as I reach out and take it. “I thought I had lost this. Thank you.”

“No, you left it on the table, but you rushed out so fast, I didn’t have a chance to catch you.”