Nothing's Sweeter than Candy

by Lotchie Burton

  “Oh, son, it sounds like she’s had a bad experience with love. I understand how she must feel. You don’t know this, but I was in love with someone else before I met your father. It ended badly for me. I shut down and locked all my feelings away, and vowed I’d never fall in love again. And then your father came along. Believe me, it wasn’t easy for him either. It took a lot of time, patience, and perseverance, but I finally came around. These things take time. Unfortunately there’s no cure for stubbornness, no pill for instant clarity and understanding. It’s something she has to work her way through over time. Don’t push too hard, son. You have to be patient.”

  “I was afraid you’d say that. Her friend told me the same thing. You and I both know patience isn’t my strong suit. I would give her anything in the world, Mom. Anything in my power—except time. It’s a luxury I can’t afford. The longer she has to think about it, the more strikes I’ll have stacked against me. Besides, if I know Candace, she’s made up her mind and is already making plans to dump me.”

  “Brice, now that your heart’s involved, I have every faith in you that you’ll find a way to get through to her. If she’s too blind to see what a wonderful, sweet, and caring man you are, then she doesn’t deserve you.”

  Chapter 27

  “Well, that’s that, another week over and done,” Joyce said after seeing off her last clients of the day. “Now all we have to do is log it in the books and sit back and wait to get paid. What do you say to starting the weekend early, kicking off our shoes, and putting our feet up?”

  Candace didn’t look up from her desk. “I’ve still got filing to do. I don’t want to fall behind.”

  “Oh come on, Candace. I’m the boss. And the boss says that stuff can wait until next week. We haven’t had any time to ourselves for girl talk. I want to catch up and hear all about you and Brice.”

  Candace reluctantly put aside the piles of paperwork and followed Joyce into her office, where they made themselves comfortable on the sofa. Joyce kicked off her shoes and tucked her feet under her body, offering a cheery smile, while Candace presented a stiff and unresponsive front.

  “So, how are things going? I’m curious to know how your ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement is working out for the two of you.”

  “You can cut the crap, Joyce. I know Brice called you. If you brought me in here to lecture me, you may as well save your breath. I don’t want to hear it. I love you like a sister, but this is none of your business.”

  “Wow. Am I that transparent? Don’t answer that. Okay, so I’m busted. Just hear me out, and then I promise I won’t say another word on the subject.” She was treading on super-thin ice, but Candace let her continue. “You’re right. Brice did call, out of frustration and desperation. You can’t blame the poor man. He’s never been in love before, so he doesn’t have a clue on how to handle the situation. He’s trying to figure out what to do with his heart and your pain. He asked me for advice.”

  “What did you tell him?”

  “Nothing he didn’t already know. He’s not searching for secrets, Candace; he’s seeking solutions. I told him that it’s been four years since you got out of a bad relationship, and it was high time you got over it. You can be angry all you want, but it’s the truth. You’ve spent the last four years allowing your life to be ruled by your past—by things you had no control over then, and have no control over now. You’ve cut yourself off from the prospect of having a normal relationship with a good and caring man. Instead of moving forward, you’ve stood still and endowed that worthless, lying SOB with too much power. It’s time for you to get over him and get on with your life.”

  Candace bowed her head and twisted her hands together in agitation. “I got over the man a long time ago. It’s the pain I can’t seem to get over.”

  Joyce reached out and stroked Candace’s hands to calm her nerves.

  “Honey, I understand your reluctance to trust someone new, but painful experiences are a part of life. Living through them is what makes us stronger and helps us to appreciate the happiness that comes after. You have to let go of your past, Candace, because you can’t keep letting it rob you of your future. It’s served its purpose. It made you step back and hold out for something better, and that’s what you’ve found in Brice—a better man.”

  “How do I know that, Joyce? How do I know he’s a better man? Men tell you what they think you want to hear until they get what they want, and then they move on.” She pulled her hands free and wrapped her arms around her middle. Joyce leaned back and gave her a thoughtful look.

  “What is it you think Brice wants from you, Candace? It can’t be sex. You’ve already been there and done that. If he’s a typical man only after one thing, then why is he still here?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe he’s into collecting trophies. Maybe he gets his kicks from messing with my head. Maybe that good-guy façade is nothing more than an act, and I’m too blind to see through it. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

  “You’re being ridiculous, and we both know it. You’re determined to turn Brice into a villain so you’ll have an excuse to avoid reality.”

  “What reality is that, Joyce?”

  “The one with the man who loves you.”

  Candace rose from her seat and crossed the room to stare out of the window. “You know what, Joyce? You’re absolutely right. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t tell myself the same thing. But none of it really matters. My mind is made up; I’m going to end it with Brice. I won’t see him anymore.”

  “That’s it? Just like that. You’re going to walk away and give up the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

  “Yes. Just like that.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m a coward, and I’m too damned scared to do otherwise.”

  “What about Nash? Are you going to just ignore him, too? What will you do if he turns up again?”

  “I think Brice is overreacting. Nash can’t possibly be that stupid. I’m sure he’s just trying to scare me with a lot of melodramatic pranks. He’s probably sitting at home laughing about how clever he is in making the ‘freak’ squirm. But whatever happens, I’ll deal with him when the time comes. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take your advice and leave that pile of files for later. I’m taking the rest of the day off.”

  • • •

  Candace walked across the parking lot toward her car, frustrated that Joyce was clearly taking Brice’s side in all this. Wasn’t she supposed to be her friend first? Why did Joyce refuse to listen to her side of things?

  “What’s up, Freak?” a menacing voice whispered into her ear. “Long time no see.” She froze, goose flesh rising on her arms. He stood close, crowding her against the car. “Where’s your fucking shadow?”

  “What are you doing here?”

  “Aww, aren’t you happy to see me? I’ve come all this way to give you another chance to kiss and make up, with no hard feelings. You should be grateful I’m such a good sport. Hell, I’m feeling so generous, I’ll even overlook your slutty fling with the poor little rich boy.”

  Candace turned and stared at Nash, speechless. His handsome face was harsh and twisted, and his eyes glittered with maniacal glee. She didn’t even recognize the man in front of her. Suddenly, she was afraid. She slowly backed away to put distance between them, but he grabbed her by the arm and cut off her retreat.

  “Look, Freak, I’ll cut to the chase. This isn’t a social visit. You and I are going for a ride. Get in the car.” Her eyes moved from his scornful face to the hand he’d wrapped around her arm. He wore a pair of translucent rubber gloves, and the sight of them frightened her even more.

  “You can’t be serious. Either you’re crazy, or you think I am. There is no way in hell I’m getting in a car with you.”

  Nash stunned her with a vicious slap across her cheek. “Don’t call me crazy. Now get in the goddamn car.” She reacted with mindless rage as she rounded on him with an open palm and
slapped him back, followed by pummeling fists. Fear was momentarily overridden by fury. Then, abruptly, she set off running, catching him off-guard. Unfortunately he recovered quickly and gave chase, catching her by her hair and jerking her back against him. “Where do you think you’re going, bitch?” He brandished a small-caliber pistol in her face. “Scream if you want, but it’ll be the last sound you make on this earth.”

  Candace eyed the weapon warily, but she feared the crazed look in his eyes even more. There’d be no reasoning with a madman. She let him drag her back to the car and, pressing a hand to her burning cheek, started to climb inside on the passenger side.

  “No, not there. You’re going to drive.”

  She got behind the steering wheel and followed his instructions, heading across town toward some unknown location. She drove in stunned silence, her mind racing with a dozen escape scenarios throughout the trip; unfortunately, none would get her safely out of the range of a bullet. Approximately forty-five minutes later they reached their destination, a once proud and bustling commercial neighborhood, now an empty and boarded-up shantytown for the derelict and homeless. She parked behind a broken-down van that blended in perfectly with its surroundings.

  “Okay, this is it. It’s time for you to get out.” Before she could so much as lift the door handle, Nash leaned over and jabbed a needle into her upper arm. She yelped at the unexpected prick. Clutching her arm, she glared at him angrily.

  “What was that for?”

  “It’s just a little something to keep you quiet. I don’t want any surprises when I’m not looking.” As she rubbed the burning spot, he caught sight of her bracelet and roughly grabbed her arm, twisting and turning her wrist to take a closer look. He grabbed the bracelet and twisted the clasp in the process. “What’s this, a present from your boyfriend?”

  “No.” She snatched her arm away. “I’ve had this since forever.”

  “You’re lying. Take it off.”

  “Kiss my ass, Nash.”

  “Don’t tempt me.” He laughed harshly. “Take it off. Now. Leave everything. Where you’re going, you won’t need any of this shit. By the time anyone figures out you’re missing, it will be too late.”

  “You’re out of your mind if you think you can get away with this.”

  “What? You think Dudley Do-Right is going to come rushing to your rescue? I don’t think he’s got it in him. I know his type. He’s rich, arrogant, and full of shit.”

  Candace looked at him with unconcealed rage and contempt. “Don’t let the man in the mirror influence your judgment. Just because you’re an asshole doesn’t mean everyone else is. You may know the type—but you don’t know the man.”

  As she spoke the words Candace was struck with a sudden and profound revelation, and her throat grew tight. Brice. The image of his face sprang into her head. His square chin, hard jaw, and cold blue eyes. She knew every angle, every line, and every expression. She knew the way his eyes turned to ice when he was deep in thought, and warmed to aquamarine-blue when he held her in his arms or made love to her. She knew the sound of his voice when it rang out with laughter, or took on that mischievous lilt when he leaned in close and whispered in her ear. Everything about him abruptly rushed in and filled her up with love and longing.

  She drew in a painful breath as her eyes were opened wide to reality. She finally understood. He’d been telling her the truth all along. He was none of those awful things she’d accused him of. He had never been anything but caring, supportive, and protective: all the things she’d refused to believe in. Her stubbornness had blinded her and made her a fool. She’d pushed him away with her insecurities, and now it was too late. Brice was gone, and she was alone with a crazy man—a crazy man who had taken her bracelet and severed her only link to him.

  “Get in the van. It’s time to move. That shot is going to kick in pretty soon, and I want to be long gone from here when that happens.”

  He was right; she was starting to feel woozy and disoriented, and her limbs were getting heavy. Nash grabbed her around her waist and dragged her to the back of the van. Inside were a makeshift mat and pillow, which he deposited her upon before quickly closing the doors. Candace struggled to sit upright, but only managed to prop herself up a little against the side of the van. Her eyelids were closing against her will. As her body slowly surrendered to the effects of the drug, her fear disappeared and was replaced by an absolute faith that, no matter what, Brice would find her. He loved her, and nothing stood in the way of love—not even a madman. When finally her vision blurred and faded to black, the memory of his loving face was the last thing she took with her into the darkness.

  Chapter 28

  Brice sat at the bar at Chelsea’s Bar and Grill with a drink in his hand, watching the mirrored reflections of people as they arrived in groups of two or more. He’d let Blaine talk him into a night out. It should have been the perfect solution to take his mind off of things, but so far it hadn’t worked. He still felt miserable.

  All he did lately was think about Candace. She filled up all the space in his life—in his dreams and in every waking moment. He couldn’t eat, sleep, or breathe without wanting her. The woman had made his life impossible. What had happened to the man he was before he’d met her? He’d lost him somewhere along the way, and now he was sitting in a bar desperately trying to find him at the bottom of a glass.

  “I don’t know where the hell I put them,” Brice muttered as he distractedly searched his pant pockets, dug into his suit jacket, and patted his shirt.

  “Put what?” Blaine asked.

  “I must have misplaced them somewhere.”

  “Misplaced what? Man, what the hell are you talking about, your keys?”

  “My balls! My goddamn balls! That’s what! I haven’t seen ’em since the first time she stuck her hands in my pants and pulled them out to play with. And she’s been playing with them ever since.” He crossed his arms and leaned forward on his elbows. “You know, she used to laugh and call me ‘Ice King.’ She said I was cool and in control. But that was before she got her hooks into me and started chiseling away, one chip at a time. Now I’m a melted puddle.” He picked up his glass and took a healthy swallow. “There was a time when I was the biggest, baddest dog on the block. Now I’m a fucking poodle. I’ve been castrated.”

  “Okay, that’s enough. You’re officially cut off.” Blaine reached for his glass and carefully set it aside.

  “It’s not the alcohol. It’s the woman that’s making me crazy.” Brice pushed the drink further away, propped his elbows on the counter, and dropped his face into his hands. “I’ve finally found the right woman. A woman I could settle down and make a life with, and she’s running like a scared cat in a room full of rocking chairs.”

  Blaine stared at him in amazement.

  “Damn man, I never thought I’d see the day. Your ass is whipped.”

  “You think?”

  “Hey, no need to get testy. I’m just saying…it couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.”

  He snickered.

  Brice stared straight ahead, his eyes cold and hard. “I’m glad you find my misery so entertaining.

  “Nah, man, it’s not that. I’m just in a state of shock. Give me a minute.”

  “It’s too bad my real friend is out of pocket, and I’m stuck with your insensitive ass.”

  Blaine chuckled softly as he scanned the club. His eyes settled on a spot over Brice’s shoulder. “Hello,” he uttered in a low, distracted voice, his eyes bright and sparkling with sudden interest. “Lookie here, lookie here. I haven’t seen this one before.”

  Brice turned to follow his gaze and was surprised to see Joyce threading her way through the crowd, headed in their direction. He watched in fascination as bodies swiveled and heads turned in her wake. She was dressed in a fitted black-and-gray pinstripe suit with a gray low-cut silk blouse underneath. She looked like a supermodel, and the barroom floor was her runway. Witnessing the wolfish reaction of the male pop
ulation brought out Brice’s protective streak.

  “Hey, Joyce, how are you? I didn’t know you hung out at Chelsea’s.” Brice greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Blaine Stanford, meet Dr. Joyce Jeffers. Joyce is a friend of Candace’s.”

  “Hello. I’m pleased to meet you.” Blaine grinned broadly as he took her hand and shook it lightly. Joyce smiled politely and returned his handshake, then quickly turned her attention back to Brice.

  “I’ve been trying to find you.”

  “Really? Why didn’t you call my cell?”

  “I did, but my calls kept going to voice mail. I finally had to call Sarona and have her ask David if he had any idea where you were. He said you were meeting someone here.”

  Brice pulled out his cell phone and was alarmed to see six missed calls, four from Joyce and two from Rick.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s Candace. I can’t find her.”

  “What do you mean you can’t find her?”

  “I ended my last session early today, so I suggested we take some downtime and enjoy some girl talk. We got into a discussion—well, actually I was meddling, attempting to intervene on your behalf. It didn’t go over well, and she basically told me to mind my own business. Afterwards she said she was taking the rest of the day off, and left. I’ve been calling her ever since to apologize, but she’s not answering her phone.”

  “Well if she was upset, maybe she’s just trying to cool off before she talks to you again.”

  “You don’t understand. No matter how upset she may be, Candace would never not answer her phone. I’m her friend, true, but I’m also her boss. Our working relationship is very professional, and the patients’ needs take precedence over hurt feelings. She would answer, no matter what. Besides, I went by her place, and her car isn’t there. She’s been gone for hours, Brice, and I don’t know where she is. This isn’t like her.”