Maybe she just didn’t give a shit.
“You want a beer while dinner is cooking?” She asked from the kitchen and looked at him over her shoulder from the stove.
Spec loved watching her move around the kitchen, or anywhere. She was graceful.
“Yeah.” He started to get up and she shook her head at him. He had been to talk to Preach and got a few things settled about the Weeds. Apparently they didn’t want to get in too deep with the Devils and were more than happy to talk over a few business issues with Spec. There was a window of opportunity that Preach needed to think on.
Spec had come back to Cady’s after she got off work and had been sitting on her sofa trying to find the words to tell her what the hell he needed to tell her.
“I’ll get it. You stay put.” She said and grinned at him.
Spec wasn’t a man that particularly liked being waited on. He’d had his fill of that in his youth. He didn’t trust anyone enough anymore if he were honest about it, but when Candy handed him a beer already opened, he didn’t think twice about pressing it to his lips and taking a long swig.
He looked up when she continued to stand there. He raised a brow feeling like he owed her answers and it made his tongue sharp.
“Waiting on a tip or what?”
A look of hurt flashed across her face before she mask it. Then her face just looked disappointed.
“Never mind.”
She turned away from him and Spec closed his eyes.
“I can’t tell you Candy. I can’t tell anybody. I never have. This shit is personal. Shit from my past.”
She gave him a grim smile and nodded. “I understand.”
But she didn’t. She couldn’t understand this because he couldn’t share it. He didn’t know how to share this part of him. This weak part that had almost killed him. He had been such a fool. He knew that the fragile relationship he had been building with Candy had taken a blow, but he couldn’t bring himself to fix it right now. Right now everything was still too raw.
“We need to talk Candy.”
She looked up and he saw her drawing away from him. “What about?”
“I had a meeting before I left. Preach wants me to patch you.”
“What?”
“Pick is causing trouble. Preach wants me to make sure it stays on me. I’m not the only brother who would love to get his hands on you. I thought you should have the choice though.” He shrugged as if it didn’t matter.
Candy watched as his eyes shuttered and she knew it mattered. For some reason this hurt him even as her answer mattered to him.
“That’s why…”
“No. It has nothing to do with your schooling or me taking you. That is different. This is to keep you safe. Preach thinks highly of you Candy and doesn’t want to see you hurt. He doesn’t want Pick causing shit with every man that touches you either.” He took a deep breath and went on. He hated what was about to leave his mouth, but he knew he had to offer her and out.
“It doesn’t have to be forever. If you want out then you just have to talk to me. This isn’t marriage. You just wear my patch until things get settled with Pick and then we can see how it goes after that.”
She looked hurt, but he had to give her the option.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“We need to talk to Preach and he wants to bring Pick in to get it all out in the open.”
“You think he’ll try something don’t you?”
“He’d be a fool not to fight for you Candy.” Shit where had that come from?
Candy smiled as if his words had settled something, but he couldn’t lead her on. He wasn’t made for long term. The last few days had told him that.
“Alright, but if this is to be believable we are going to have to play the part.”
Spec raised a brow. He wasn’t certain, not entirely, but he thought Miss Candy might just be playing him.
“What exactly do you have in mind?”
If he had doubted her a moment earlier her
“You want a beer while dinner is cooking?” She asked from the kitchen and looked at him over her shoulder from the stove.
Spec loved watching her move around the kitchen, or anywhere. She was graceful.
“Yeah.” He started to get up and she shook her head at him. He had been to talk to Preach and got a few things settled about the Weeds. Apparently they didn’t want to get in too deep with the Devils and were more than happy to talk over a few business issues with Spec. There was a window of opportunity that Preach needed to think on.
Spec had come back to Cady’s after she got off work and had been sitting on her sofa trying to find the words to tell her what the hell he needed to tell her.
“I’ll get it. You stay put.” She said and grinned at him.
Spec wasn’t a man that particularly liked being waited on. He’d had his fill of that in his youth. He didn’t trust anyone enough anymore if he were honest about it, but when Candy handed him a beer already opened, he didn’t think twice about pressing it to his lips and taking a long swig.
He looked up when she continued to stand there. He raised a brow feeling like he owed her answers and it made his tongue sharp.
“Waiting on a tip or what?”
A look of hurt flashed across her face before she mask it. Then her face just looked disappointed.
“Never mind.”
She turned away from him and Spec closed his eyes.
“I can’t tell you Candy. I can’t tell anybody. I never have. This shit is personal. Shit from my past.”
She gave him a grim smile and nodded. “I understand.”
But she didn’t. She couldn’t understand this because he couldn’t share it. He didn’t know how to share this part of him. This weak part that had almost killed him. He had been such a fool. He knew that the fragile relationship he had been building with Candy had taken a blow, but he couldn’t bring himself to fix it right now. Right now everything was still too raw.
“We need to talk Candy.”
She looked up and he saw her drawing away from him. “What about?”
“I had a meeting before I left. Preach wants me to patch you.”
“What?”
“Pick is causing trouble. Preach wants me to make sure it stays on me. I’m not the only brother who would love to get his hands on you. I thought you should have the choice though.” He shrugged as if it didn’t matter.
Candy watched as his eyes shuttered and she knew it mattered. For some reason this hurt him even as her answer mattered to him.
“That’s why…”
“No. It has nothing to do with your schooling or me taking you. That is different. This is to keep you safe. Preach thinks highly of you Candy and doesn’t want to see you hurt. He doesn’t want Pick causing shit with every man that touches you either.” He took a deep breath and went on. He hated what was about to leave his mouth, but he knew he had to offer her and out.
“It doesn’t have to be forever. If you want out then you just have to talk to me. This isn’t marriage. You just wear my patch until things get settled with Pick and then we can see how it goes after that.”
She looked hurt, but he had to give her the option.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“We need to talk to Preach and he wants to bring Pick in to get it all out in the open.”
“You think he’ll try something don’t you?”
“He’d be a fool not to fight for you Candy.” Shit where had that come from?
Candy smiled as if his words had settled something, but he couldn’t lead her on. He wasn’t made for long term. The last few days had told him that.
“Alright, but if this is to be believable we are going to have to play the part.”
Spec raised a brow. He wasn’t certain, not entirely, but he thought Miss Candy might just be playing him.
“What exactly do you have in mind?”
If he had doubted her a moment earlier her
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