N. Walters - Craving Candy

Her stomach clenched but she forced herself to relax. “Tell me.”

He seemed uncomfortable, his gaze always scanning the room as if he were looking for something. Watching. Whatever he’d done and wherever he’d been, his life obviously hadn’t been easy. For the first time, she felt no resentment toward her brother. Maybe because, for the first time, she wasn’t thinking only about how his actions affected her. For once, she was thinking about him.

“I ran with a wild crowd back then, but you know that.”

Candy nodded, silently encouraging him to continue.

“Let’s just say that I got caught one night in the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn’t the cops that caught me, but another government agency. An agency without a name, that doesn’t really officially exist. I can’t tell you about it, so please don’t ask.” Justin shook his head and sighed. “They offered me a deal and I did what I had to do.”

Candy was stunned. This was not what she’d expected to hear. “But how could something like this happen to you? This is America.”

“I wasn’t here, Candy. I was down in South America at the time. It was either do what they wanted or spend the rest of my life rotting in a prison down there— that is, if they didn’t just execute me first.” There was so much pain in her brother’s eyes that she wanted to cry.

“But you were just a teenager.” She still couldn’t wrap her head around what he was telling her.

“I was old enough and stupid enough. I’ve got no one to blame but myself. The lure of easy money was too great, but you know what they say. ‘If it looks too good to be true, then it probably is.’ And that easy money cost me the next fifteen years of my life.”

“But what happened? It’s been so long.”

“I can’t really talk about it.” He gave a humorless laugh. “Let’s just say that I’ve retired.”

“That’s incredible.” Candy shook her head.

“Yeah, almost unbelievable. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t believe me, Candy. I lived it and I almost don’t believe it.”

She could see the pain etched in the corners of his eyes and in the tight way he grimaced. His eyes were ever watchful, scanning his surroundings, and she realized that he didn’t feel safe. He sat so still in his seat, not shifting or shuffling, but ever vigilant. The sleeves of his shirt had been pushed back and she could see the faint lines of scars on one of his arms. What other scars did his clothing hide? As bad as they might be, she thought that his emotional scars were probably worse.

Whatever else her brother might have been, he’d never been a liar. “I believe you.” Her simple acceptance brought tears to his eyes.

Justin closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, bringing his emotions quickly back under control. “Thank you.” His simple words belied the deep emotion behind them. “It was thoughts of you that saved me, that got me through the long, dark years. You were the best thing in my life and I cursed the day I ever left home and left you behind. But I never gave up hope and I fought for what I wanted. And after fifteen long years,” his voice trembled slightly, “I’m finally home.”

Now it was her turn to cry. His blunt, honest words moved her deeply. The awkwardness that she’d expected between them didn’t exist. This was the brother she remembered, the one she’d looked up to and loved. “Welcome home.”

The waitress bustled over to their table, deposited their lunch and hurried away again. The first tentative seeds had been sown, and deep down inside, Candy knew that she finally had her brother back in her life for good.

Sensing his unease with talking about his past, she sought to lighten the mood between them. “Do you have a wife or a girlfriend?” She was suddenly eager to know as much as possible about his life now.

“No, honey.” If it was possible, his eyes looked even sadder as he shook his head. “My work didn’t encourage close relationships.”

There was something in his words, in the hesitant way he spoke them that made her ask, “But there was someone, wasn’t there?”

Justin laid down his spoon and rubbed his hand across the back of his neck. “It was a long time ago, Candy. She died.”

“Oh, Justin. I’m so very sorry.” Although she wanted to know what had happened, she knew she would never ask him. If he wanted her to know, he would tell her.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Me too.” He picked up his coffee and took a sip, his eyes scanning the room. “What about you?”

“Me?”

The corner of his mouth tilted up slightly. It wasn’t quite a smile, but it was close. “Yeah, you? Did you ever get married? Is there someone special in your life? I didn’t ask Mom about your love life.” He stopped and the glimmer of a smile was wiped off his face. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No,” she assured him. “I don’t mind. It’s no secret or anything. I never got married. Never really came close.” She thought about Gary’s revelation and knew that she’d gotten closer than she’d ever thought. “I was seeing someone, but, well…” she stumbled. “It didn’t work out.”

“I’m sorry, Candy. It’s his loss.” He reached over and took her hand.

She shook her head. “No, it was as much my fault as his. Probably even more of my fault. I didn’t trust him when he needed it. I hurt him badly.”

Justin wrapped his fingers tight around hers, giving her an encouraging squeeze. “Then don’t give up on him. Some things are worth fighting for.” He released her hand and resumed eating his soup. He had a few mouthfuls and paused. “Sometimes hope is all we have.”

His words reverberated in her head. He’d never given up hope and he’d faced long, hard years. T. S. had told her not to give up on Lucas. If she really loved him, she owed it to herself and to Lucas not to give up on them. If nothing else, they needed to talk. She’d needed to apologize to him for not wanting to listen to him at first. They’d both hurt the other one with their lack of trust and understanding. But Candy wasn’t willing to let go of what they had without fighting for it.

The rest of lunch was fairly quiet, as if the emotion of the first few minutes was more then enough for them both to deal with. Talk turned to more mundane things. She told him about her work and he told her that he’d rented an apartment not far from hers. He walked her back to work and they made plans to have supper early next week.

Back at her desk, Candy picked up her pen, tapping it against the top of her desk. Lunch with her brother had certainly given her a lot to think about. And while she was willing to fight for her and Lucas’ relationship, she was also realistic enough to know that wanting something to happen didn’t guarantee success. There might be no way to repair the damage that had been done to their relationship. If that happened, she knew she’d want a change.

Picking up the phone, she reached out and snagged the phone number that Ms. Bates had given her and dialed quickly before she changed her mind. It was answered almost immediately on the other end. Candy took a deep breath. “This is Candy Logan. If the job is still open, I’d like to interview for it and find out more about the position.”

By the time the conversation was over, she had an appointment for the next day. She already knew it would be no problem for her to take a personal day and fly to New York City. She could go and check out this job and be home again by tomorrow night.

Then she’d make her final attempt with Lucas. She had a plan. She reached for the phone again, filled with renewed determination. Dialing the number, she waited as the phone began to ring.

Lucas threw himself into his work. He wasn’t sleeping and spent all his time either working out or baking. In fact, his shop had never been so well stocked and running so efficiently. He even had all of his paperwork up-to-date. Thankfully, T. S. had let him know that he’d seen Candy home safe and sound— otherwise he would have gone out of his mind with worry.

Awake, he tormented himself with the images of their last night together. His crude demands and rough treatment replayed like a never-ending loop in his brain, torturing him. Several times a day, he picked up the phone to call her just to ask if she was all right. But each time he did, he hung up again. He didn’t deserve to know.

And asleep… that was worse than when he was awake. Every night, he dreamed of Candy. Long, hot, erotic dreams filled with her loving him in every way imaginable. Last night’s had been the worst, or the best, depending on how he felt at any given moment. Naked and glistening in the moonlight, she’d climbed on top of him and taken him inside her. Then she’d ridden him slowly at first, gradually moving faster and faster until they’d both come.

Lucas shuddered. He hadn’t had a wet dream since he was a teenager, but he’d had one last night. But what was worse was the empty sense of longing he’d had when he’d awoken and found his arms and his bed empty. But it was for the best, he reminded himself. He loved her too much not to protect her, even if that meant he lost her.

He’d taken off after work and gone for a long walk. He’d wandered the city streets for hours, ignoring the bite of the winter air as it whipped past him. He’d hoped to clear his head, but it hadn’t helped. If anything, his thoughts were even more jumbled than before.

Unlocking the side door of the building, he let himself in and locked the door behind him. T. S.’s van was still parked outside even though quitting time had been several hours ago.

Climbing the stairs, he wondered if T. S. wanted to split a pizza and a few beers. He could use the distraction. As he rounded the corner and headed up the next flight, he heard the clunk of work boots coming toward him. His friend bound down the stairs, obviously on his way home.

“Hey, man. About time you got home.”

Lucas paused on the stairs. “I went out for a walk.” He shrugged and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his leather coat. “I thought it might help.”

“Did it?” T. S. came to a halt a few steps above him, his expression concerned.

Once again, he shrugged. “Not really.” Sighing, he dragged his hands back out of his pockets and shoved one hand through his hair. “You want to go get a pizza or something?”

“Or something,” he muttered. Shaking his head, T. S. continued on down the stairs until he was even with Lucas. “I’ve got to go. Just remember that no matter what, I’ve only done what I thought was best for you.”

That sounded ominous. “What have you done?” His brow furrowed as he stared at his friend, trying to read his expression. But T. S. was very good at hiding his emotions.

“Only what I had to do. Hopefully, once you get over being mad, you’ll thank me.” He glanced down at his watch. “I gotta go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He left Lucas standing there and hurried down the stairs. The door slammed shut behind him as he left the building.

Shaking his head, Lucas continued up the stairs to his apartment. He supposed he’d find out what that was all about eventually. Mentally, he ran through the contents of his refrigerator. There wasn’t much there. Perhaps he’d order a pizza for himself.

Unlocking the door to his apartment, he let himself into the dark interior. Removing his leather coat, he hung it up on a hook just inside the door before he bent over and yanked off his boots. The walk and the cold wind had tired him, and he reached his arms above his head and stretched. He stood there debating between a long, hot shower and ordering some supper for himself.

A slight shuffling sound caught his attention and he froze. Someone was in his apartment. The snap of a lamp being turned on was unnaturally loud and the brightness from the overhead light momentarily blinded him. He froze as his vision returned, unable to believe his eyes.

“Hello, Lucas.” Candy was curled up on his sofa, waiting for him. A soft smile lit her beautiful face.

“What are you doing here?” Her smile faded at his harsh tone, but there was nothing he could do about that. He had to get her out of here fast before he gave in to temptation, tossed her over his shoulder, dragged her to his bedroom and fucked her all night long. He’d kill T. S. for this, because there was no doubt in his mind that it was his friend who’d let her in. He was the only other person with keys.

Uncurling her legs, she stood. Only her thin stockings covered her feet and her toes curled against the area rug. Lucas wanted to pluck her into his arms and carry her so her feet wouldn’t be cold. Propping his hands on his waist, he glared at her as she padded across the floor toward him.