Текст книги "Falling "

Автор книги: E. K. Blair

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Coming back from the gym, I finally make the decision to just go and see her. I could just as easily give the scarf she left behind the other day to Mark, but I keep holding on to it. I’ve never chased a girl. It’s always been the opposite. But I’m curious to get to know her and that curiosity surprises me, but I decide to go with it.

I take my time getting cleaned up. I’m not even sure if she’s gonna be at work, but I’ll take the chance and stop by before I head into the bar for a few hours. When I walk downstairs, I look out the large windows to see that it’s another rainy day. Grey and cold.

Shrugging on my jacket, I walk over to the coffee table to grab her scarf. Her scent is encased in the fabric. Light and floral. I laugh at myself for being so shot with this girl that I actually smelled it the other night.

When I pull up to the coffee shop, I park my jeep and pick up the scarf. Why am I nervous? Walking through the door, I immediately spot her and happiness swarms, thankful that she’s here and I didn’t miss an opportunity to see her again.

She’s talking to a chick with crazy hair and wiping down the counter. She doesn’t see me, but her friend does and gives me a smirk as she continues to talk to Candace. Finally, looking over her shoulder, she spots me as I make my way to the counter.

“You’re gonna get an ulcer,” she teases, and it’s cute as hell.

I laugh and say, “I didn’t come for coffee,” as I hold out the scarf.

“Oh, I thought I had lost this,” she says as she takes it from my hand. “Thank you.”

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

Her head lowers, embarrassed I’m guessing, before quietly saying, “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize.”

She takes her apron and sets it on the counter when I ask, “Are you taking a break?”

“Um, no. My shift is over.”

“Perfect timing.” I smile and take this opportunity to spend a little time with her. “Want to have a quick drink?”

“She’d love to,” her friend says over Candace’s shoulder, and when Candace shoots her an irritated look, she starts to stumble over her words.

“Actually, I . . .” she starts, but never catches her sentence when she finally gives up. “Sure,” she resolves. “Let me go grab my bag.”

I watch as she walks away, and her friend steps up with her tattoo-covered arms and asks, “What can I get you?”

“Coffee. Black.”

She gives me a wink as she turns to get my drink, and when she returns to me, she sets down two cups. “Candace likes hot tea,” she says with a smirk, and I wonder why she’s so eager.

When I pull out my wallet, she tells me it’s on the house, and I go to find an empty table by the front window. Sitting down, I look up to see Candace walking towards me. She eyes the drink that’s on the table, and I tell her, “Your co-worker said you like hot tea.”

“Oh, thanks,” she says as she takes a seat. “She’s actually my boss. Roxy.” She seems nervous, just like the other night. She takes a sip of her tea and focuses her attention out the window.

“Did Mark tell you we are heading down to Mount Rainier on Saturday?” I ask to try and draw her attention back to me.

“Yeah, Jase mentioned something like that to me.”

“You should come with us.”

“I don’t know . . . I have a lot of studying I need to get done.”

I can tell she’s avoiding me. I’m not used to girls not being interested in me, but this one . . . she hardly seems to notice me.

“Well, if you change your mind, we are heading out in the morning around eight.”

“How did you know I would be here today?” she asks, changing the subject on me.

“I didn’t,” I say, trying not to be too transparent. “I just thought I would stop by, and if you weren’t here, I was just going to leave your scarf with whoever was working,” I tell her, not needing her to know that I’d been hanging on to that scarf for days, hoping when I did stop by that she would be here.

“I didn’t mean for that to come out rude.”

“It didn’t.”

Watching her small hands clutch her cup of tea, I shift my eyes up and ask, “So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?”

“I have class in a couple hours, then I go to studio until five o’clock.”

“Studio?”

“It’s dance class.”

Nodding, I question, “You do that every day?”

“Yep. Two hours a day except for Tuesdays and Thursdays, which are three hours. But I tend to go in on the weekends as well for extra practice.”

“That’s a lot. When do you have time for anything else?”

“I don’t,” she says with a shake of her head.

“That bother you?” I ask, wondering if she does anything besides school.

“No . . . Why?”

“I don’t know. When do you ever get down time?”

“I don’t. But I love dance, so I consider that my down time. It relaxes me.”

“So school and work, huh?”

She grins and responds, “Pretty much.”

“That doesn’t sound like very much fun,” I joke.

Shifting her eyes down to her hands, she doesn’t respond. She’s difficult to read, so I back pedal, and say, “I didn’t mean for that to come out like it did.”

Her eyes catch mine when she looks up. “I just like to stay busy.”

I back off the questions and offer her another tea, but she says she has to get going.

“I’ll walk you out,” I tell her. We slip on our coats, and she gathers her things before we head out into the rain. She nods her head to a sporty, white Acura, and we start walking that way.

“Thanks for the tea,” she tells me as she opens her door and slides into her seat.

Gripping the frame of her car, I lean in slightly and say, “Think about Rainier.”

“I will,” she tells me with fake intent, but I laugh it off and shut her door before she pulls away.

I hop into my car and head to the bar. When I get there, I go upstairs to my office and run into Max in the hall.

“Hey, boss. I didn’t know you were coming in today.”

“Yeah, I need to get a few things done. I’m not staying tonight though.” I had made plans with Mark and Jase to go shoot pool, so when I leave here I’m gonna hang out with Jase at his place before we head out.

“You seem upbeat,” he remarks as he follows me into my office.

Shutting the door, I walk over to my desk and take a seat. “So you know that girl from the coffee shop I told you about the other week?”

“Yeah.”

“I had coffee with her this morning,” I tell him.

“What? Why?”

“Turns out, she’s friends with Jase and Mark. I ran into them a few nights ago, and she was with them.”

He looks at me with a curious tilt of his head, and I admit, “It’s weird.”

“What’s weird?”

“Her. I mean . . .” I can’t seem to find the words to explain what I’m trying to say, but he jumps in and asks, “You like her?”

“I don’t know her,” I immediately defend, knowing that the first word that came to my mind was yes.

“You don’t have to know her.”

Sitting back in my chair, I tell him, “There’s this pull she has that no one has ever had on me before. But she’s not like any of the girls I’ve ever been with.”

He laughs at me and says, “That’s probably a good thing.”

I laugh with him for a second. “She’s a ballerina.”

“No shit? So why is she hanging out with you?” he teases.

“That’s the thing . . . I don’t know. She’s really standoffish, and I can’t figure out why.”

“Maybe she’s just not into you. That is possible, you know?” he jokes with a knowing grin on his face.

“Yeah, man. I know,” I give him right back. “But it isn’t that obvious. More like she’s got thick boundaries. I dunno.”

“You gonna see her again?”

“I have no idea. She’s very evasive.”

“I think I like this one,” he says with a cocky smile.

“Oh yeah. Why’s that?”

“She doesn’t stroke your ego like most chicks do. She’s gotten under your skin.”

“She’s not under my skin,” I refute. But is she? Maybe he’s right.

“Whatever you say,” he sighs as he stands up and starts walking to the door.

Taking a swig of beer, I mindlessly watch Mark and Jase finish up their round of pool. My head is back at Jase’s apartment where she is. She stopped by unexpectedly while Jase and I were hanging out. Flustered. Something had upset her from the time I saw her earlier today at the coffee shop. She didn’t say anything, but I overheard her asking Mark if she could stay the night with Jase, which I find a little odd.

“So when did you see Candace?” Jase asks me, knocking me out of my thoughts.

“What?” I say as I grab my cue and chalk it.

“When you mentioned our hike.”

“This morning. She left her scarf at the concert. I stopped by her work to drop it off,” I explain right before I break.

Jase is protective over her. I see how he acts with her; I saw it the night of the concert. Holding her hand, touching her back—almost assuring her. Of what? I don’t know. But I see it with Mark too. These guys care deeply for her, there’s no question about that.

When I look up at Jase, he’s staring at me, almost zoned out. “You’re up,” I say.

He moves to make his shot, sinking his ball into the side pocket.

“You guys want another bucket of beers?” Mark asks.

“Yeah,” Jase tells him before Mark heads over to the bar.

I take this time to try and get a little more info on this girl, so when he lines up his next shot, I ask, “So, what’s her story?”

“No story,” is all he says and then misses his shot.

I walk around the table, looking for my play, when I try to casually ask, “You’ve known her a long time?”

“She’s not like that, man. Not even close,” he quickly responds, and I suddenly feel like I’m way out of my league. Jase doesn’t know me like that, but knowing Gavin, I’m sure he’s told Jase stories. By the time I met Jase, and even Mark, I had pretty much stopped fucking around.

I lean over the table, ready to take my shot, when I peek up at Jase, who’s staring. “She’s like a sister to me,” he adds, and I know he knows I’m interested in her. And I also know that he doesn’t think I’m good enough. Maybe he’s right.

Call me when you get a chance.

I read the text from Jase while I’m working from home today. Our conversation a couple nights ago was a little awkward, so I’m curious as to why he wants me to call him. I don’t waste any time thinking too much about it when I tap his name and it begins to ring.

“Hey, what’s up?” he says when he answers.

“Not much. Just getting some work done. You?”

“Heading home from class,” he says before adding, “Look, I’m sorry if I came across short with you the other night. I wasn’t trying to make you feel like you couldn’t hang out with Candace. I just get a little protective of her at times.”

“No worries. I know the two of you are close, so I wouldn’t ever . . .” I trail off, not even sure of where I’m going with this statement, but he cuts the silence and says, “Yeah, I know. But, hey, if you wanna come over tonight, Candace and Mark will be here. We’re just gonna lay low and hang out.”

“Yeah, man. I’ve got some things to take care of, but I’ll stop by later.”

“See ya.”

“Later,” I say and then hang up.

I spend the day taking care of a few work things. I’m trying to lessen the time that I have to spend up at the bar, so I’ve been getting most of my work done from home. Michael has been putting in the hours, and I feel I’m at a point where the bar is running smoothly without me having to be around all too often.

It’s a little after eight when I head over to Jase’s apartment building. When I get there, Mark lets me in, and I look over to see Candace wrapped up in Jase’s arms on the couch. My head takes me to wishing it was my arms wrapped around her. I shut that thought down fast, but it lingers in the back of my mind. Truth is, I’ve never been that way with a girl in my whole life, so to see Jase have that with someone who’s only a friend makes me a little envious.

He looks up at me when I walk by and says, “Hey, there’s beer in the fridge. Help yourself.”

Giving him a nod, I head straight into the kitchen to grab one. When I turn around to get the bottle opener, Candace walks in, holding an empty wine glass.

“Could you hand me a bottle of water?” she asks, and I open the fridge to grab one.

Handing it to her, I take the wine glass out of her hand, and with a smirk, I say lightly, “I thought you never did anything fun.”

When I walk over to the sink to set her glass down, I hear her respond, “I never said that. I said I like to keep busy.”

I turn around to face her and lean back against the counter. She stands there in what looks to be a pair of Jase’s boxers and a UW t-shirt. Her hair is piled on top of her head again, and I don’t think she could look any more attractive than she does right now—relaxed.

“Did you have a better day today?” I ask, knowing that the last time I saw her something had clearly upset her.

“It was okay. How about you?”

“Hung around my place for the most part.”

“Candace,” Jase calls from the other room, “It’s back on.”

She doesn’t say anything else to me, she just turns to go sit next to Jase on the couch, pulling her legs up as he wraps his arm back around her. I sit on the other end of the couch while Mark is comfortable in a chair.

I turn to the TV to see some drunk jackass climbing his kitchen cabinet just to have the whole structure rip off the wall and fall of top of him, dishes and all. When I hear Candace laughing, I turn to her and ask, “What the hell are we watching?”

“‘Ridiculousness,’” she answers, keeping her eyes fixed on the TV.

Jase looks over her to me, and says, “For such a refined girl, she loves this show.”

“You’re the one who first told me about it,” she accuses him.

“Just ignore their banter,” Mark says to me. “They both love trash TV.”

I listen to the three of them go back and forth and their connection seems strong with one another. I know that Mark just recently started dating Jase, so to see them interact like this, like they’ve known each other for years, makes me realize just how alone I am. The deepest friendship I feel like I have, outside of my mom and Tori, is Max. But it’s nothing like these people have. So I sit here, drink my beer, and enjoy the company.

Before I call it a night, I catch Candace quietly sneaking off to go to bed in Jase’s room. My curiosity grows as to why she’s staying here, but I don’t ask. Mark tells me to meet him at his place in the morning to pack up for our hike as I head out.

After about three hours of hiking, we start making our way down Tolmie Peak. It’s been raining for the better part of the hike and the four of us are cold and drenched, and when I hear, “Crap!” I look back to see that Candace has fallen in the mud.

Jase and Mark are further down the trail, so I go back and hold out my hands for her to grab on to, pulling her out of the mud.

“You’re a complete mess,” I tease.

“Yeah, I know,” she says, almost unfazed that she’s covered in mud.

She keeps her hold on my hand, and I like it, as we make our way down to the bottom. Once there, she lets go as we continue our trek back to the car. Jase and Mark are several steps in front of us, lost in their own conversation, and it’s not long before Candace starts talking. She seems more comfortable around me, but we did just spend most of the last three hours hiking without the company of Jase and Mark. They’ve been keeping their distance from us.

“So, how did you come about owning a bar?” she asks me.

“Just kind of fell into it. When I graduated college, the economy was starting to decline, and I couldn’t find a job. So, when I found out that the previous owner of that bar was about to shut the place down, I worked out a deal with him and was able to do a slow buyout.”

“You went to U-Dub?”

“Yeah, I graduated back in 2007.”

“So, that makes you . . .?” she pries.

Laughing at her, I answer, “Twenty-eight.”

“What did you study?” she continues, and I like that. For once, I’m not having to struggle to get her to talk.

“Business Finance. So, it wasn’t too far out of reach that I would come to own my own business.”

“You enjoy it?”

“I do. When I did the buyout, I changed the whole place out and created a new vibe for it. It wasn’t before long that the business was taking off quicker than I expected. At this point, the staff pretty much runs the place, and I have a trustworthy manager, so my schedule is very flexible.”

“Sounds like the perfect job.”

“You ever been there?” I question.

“No. I don’t really ever go out.” She smiles and adds, “I’m sort of a workaholic. Jase is always nagging me about that.”

“Well, you should stop by sometime.”

“Yeah. Maybe,” she says, but I know she doesn’t mean it.

Laughing, I joke, “You’re full of shit, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. Maybe,” she repeats as she laughs with me. Her smile is perfect and that shallow dimple makes it hard to not lean over and kiss her, but this girl has walls—unbreakable ones—that I’m determined to start chipping away at.

Getting back to Mark’s house, we each take our time showering and cleaning up.

Mark and I tune in to the Washington vs. Colorado football game. Mark throws a couple of logs onto the fire, and when I pull out my cell to order some pizzas, I see Candace walking through the room and straight into the kitchen. I’m distracted when the line is answered and I’m putting in the order.

“What kind of pizza do you want, Candace?” I holler into the kitchen.

“I don’t care. I’ll eat anything at this point,” she tells me as I order the pizza.

She walks back into the room carrying a bottle of wine to share with Mark. Those two have proven to be the wine drinkers of the group while Jase and I watch the game and toss back a couple beers, but apparently I haven’t kept that good a count ‘cause Jase has definitely had more than a couple when he starts screaming at the penalty that was just called.

We all laugh at him when he runs into the kitchen to answer Candace’s phone that starts to go off.

He walks back in, total mood shift, mouthing ‘I’m sorry’ as he hands Candace the phone.

“Who is it?” she asks quietly.

“Your mother.”

She looks irritated when she heads outside to the patio to take the call.

“What’s that all about?” I ask Jase.

“Her parents are assholes to her,” he blurts out and Mark butts in, almost scolding when he calls his name, “Jase.”

He looks to Mark and says, “What? They are. They treat her like shit and she doesn’t deserve it.”

Getting up from the couch, I head into the other room where I watch her through the glass French doors. I can hear her yelling, “Of course this is my fault, right? You are unbelievable, Mother!”

“It’s not my fault. I swear.”

I watch my father’s glare as he spits out, “It’s never your fault, you piece of shit,” before grabbing the broom and whacking the wooden handle into my back. I hear the wood splinter and crack when it slaps across my skin, sending shards of heated pain up my spine.

“Get your ass up and walk to school. Don’t ask me to drive you again. You miss the bus, you walk.”

Coming out of my thoughts, I fight the urge to storm out there and take the phone from her so she doesn’t have to listen to whatever her mother is saying to her that’s making her so upset. Instead, I stand here and watch her. When she hangs up and shoves the phone in her pocket, she sits back in one of the chairs and stares up into the sky. She’s sad. And it’s not just tonight. Underneath the few conversations that we’ve had, I can see it buried in her. On the drive to Mount Rainier this morning, she must have had a nightmare or something when she fell asleep in the back seat of the car while Mark and I were up front. I didn’t want to give it too much attention because I didn’t want to embarrass her, but she was scared. She was in Jase’s arms in a matter of seconds, and now, watching her staring into the blackness, I feel there’s more to her than she lets on.

When she stands and turns, she catches me watching her, but I don’t even care. I open the door and ask, “You okay?” because I really need to know.

But when she blows it off and says with mock humor, “My mother’s lost her mind, that’s all,” I see her walls.

“Wanna talk about it?” I keep on, trying to chip as she walks past me.

Turning to face me, she casually says, “Nothing to really talk about.”

I want to touch her, just brush her cheek, something, but I don’t. Being with her today, talking with her, laughing with her—she’s different. Sweet, funny, athletic, and soft. God, she’s soft. But it’s more than that; she has depth to her. A depth I’ve never seen with the girls I’ve been with. Not that I’ve been with them in a way to even notice if they did, but they all seemed so shallow. Even though she doesn’t mean to let on, I can tell there’s a lot going on under her exterior, and I feel this eagerness to explore.

When she walks back to Jase and lies down with her head in his lap, he asks, “What did she want?”

“She wanted to know when I would be home for Thanksgiving.”

“When are you going to leave?” Mark asks.

“I told her I would be there Wednesday night. I’ll probably leave Saturday morning,” she answers as I walk across the room and take a seat on the stoop of the fireplace.

“When are you and Mark heading out?” she questions Jase.

“Our flight leaves around noon on Tuesday,” he tells her.

“When do you guys get back?”

“Late Sunday afternoon.”

“What about you?” she asks me as she rolls onto her side to look at me.

“I’m going to go spend a few days with my family down in Cannon Beach in Oregon. My aunts and uncles always come to my mother’s house with my cousins for a big dinner.”

“Will you be there for the weekend?”

“Nah,” I tell her. “I’ll come back home that night. My mom and her sisters spend the day plotting for Black Friday, so I always come back home and just lay low.”

“Sounds like you have a big family,” Jase says.

“Yeah, man, three cousins and between them they have seven little kids. I love them, but shit they’re loud,” I say as I laugh.

“Must be nice though. I’m an only child with no cousins. Small family,” she tells me.

“So, it’s just you and your parents?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“They live very far?” I ask her.

“No. They still live in Shoreline where I grew up.”

Knowing that Jase is going home with Mark to Ohio for the holiday, I offer, “Well, I’ll be around.”

When I see a hint of a smile, I feel like maybe I’ve finally made a nick in her exterior.