Authors: Cherrie Lynn
Ross 02 Rock Me (6 page)
Macy rolled her eyes. Candace swallowed her gulp of iced cappuccino and laughed. “His
handwriting
?”
“Sure. Look. It’s confident. Decisive. Dark. Strong slant. No timid, flimsy marks from him, oh no. He wants that number ingrained in your memory. Burned into your brain.”
“Since when have you taken up handwriting analysis?” Macy asked. Sam handed the card to Candace, her brown eyes lit up with amusement. “What can I say? I’ve always had a thing about guys’ handwriting. Michael writes as if he’s trying to murder the page or something. It’s so hot.”
Candace stared at Brian’s number, seeing what the other girl meant. What Sam hadn’t mentioned was that there was also an unexpected elegance to it. Sighing, she pulled her wallet out of her purse to tuck it safely away. She’d already programmed the number into her phone, even though she was sure it would never be used, no matter how much Sam begged.
Macy stirred her shake with a straw, pulled it out and licked off the ice cream. “Forget the writing. I’m more interested in their
hands
.”
“I bet Brian has great hands,” Samantha said enthusiastically. “Artists usually do. So what are his hands like, Daisy?” Sam sometimes called her “Daisy” as a play on the last syllable of her name. She knew Candace hated “Candy” with a passion. It was what her mother called her. What the hell was up with her nicknames anyway? Sunshine. Daisy. Candy. All bright, sweet things. She should insist on being called Spider or something. Darken her image a bit. Sam snapped her fingers in front of her face. “Hey, over here. Are they that good?”
“His hands? They’re—”
Beautiful
. “Heck, I don’t know. They’re hands.”
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Sam wiggled her eyebrows. “Big?”
Candace felt a flush beginning to creep up her neck. “Yes.”
“Stop it already,” Macy said. “You’re going to drive the girl crazy, and she needs to forget all about that guy.”
“But why?” Sam asked, sounding like a petulant three-year-old.
“Because he isn’t right for her!”
“For her, or for you?”
“What have I got to do with it?”
“
You
seem to be the only one who has a problem with him.”
“Her parents would have a hell of a problem with him.”
“Oh, to hell with her parents.”
Candace sighed and sat back as her friends went at it as if she wasn’t even sitting there. “Stop, stop,”
she said wearily, making the time out gesture with her hands when it appeared either girl was preparing to draw blood. “I’m afraid Macy wins, Sam. I can’t just call him. I mean… I can’t. He gave me his number in case I had any trouble. I’ll be bugging him.”
“When a guy slips you his cell number, honey, he wants you to call it. Trust me. Do you think he does that to all of his clientele?”
“Probably not, but we know each other already. He did it being friendly.”
“Then call him being
friendly
. Be
friendly
as you mention that it was great seeing him and you’d like to hang out with him more.”
“We’re not that friendly. It would be totally weird if I did that.”
Sam looked at Macy and sighed. “We’ve got to teach this girl how to land a man. She’s hopeless.”
“Hopeless is good right now.”
“No, it’s not.”
“The guy allows a picture of his junk to be on display in his tattoo parlor. Hopeless is damn good in this case.”
Sam burst out laughing as Candace gave Macy’s shoulder a shove. “He was messing with you, Mace. I’m telling you.”
“And lighten up. Jesus,” Sam interjected. “I think it’s hot that he’s pierced downstairs. I’ve always wondered what it would be like.”
“To get
pierced
down there?” Macy asked.
“No. Well, yeah, that too. But mainly to have sex with someone who is. I’ve heard it’s amazing. You know Candace is wondering too.” Sam winked at her.
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“She’s wondering what it’s like to have sex at all.” The two of them burst into another fit of giggles as Candace’s mouth dropped open and she swept a glance around the coffee shop, wanting to melt through the floor.
“Could you maybe, um, not announce it to the whole room?”
“Aw, she’s blushing. Stop it, Sam, you’re embarrassing her.”
“Me? You’re the one who trumpeted it. Poor girl is going to give it up just so we’ll stop harassing her about it.”
It had occurred to her once or twice. But their ribbing was good-natured, so she tolerated it fairly well, even if she thought her friends—Macy especially, although Sam had her moments—were a little too overprotective of her whenever a guy came sniffing around. As if her hymen was a handicap. She was actually surprised that Sam was so gung-ho for her to initiate anything with Brian.
“So why are you so happy about this?” she asked her friend, when curiosity got the better of her.
“Honey, I just think it’s time.”
“And she should pick someone off the street because it’s
time
?” Macy asked in horror.
“No, you idiot, she should pick someone she likes. And she likes him a lot. You can tell from that dopey look she’s had on her face ever since we started talking about him. She stares at that card as if she wants to frame it.”
Candace tossed her straw wrapper at Sam. “Leave me alone. I might have always liked him, but I doubt I’ll hear from him again. As far as sleeping with him…” She trailed off, unable to complete the sentence. Oh well, it didn’t matter. It was so impossible it didn’t even bear thinking about. But then why was she nearly breathless?
“There’s no telling what kind of freaky stuff he’s into,” Macy said seriously, all joking aside. “Really. You don’t want your first time to be with someone who scares the hell out of you.”
Candace dropped her gaze and took a long pull on her drink, uncomfortable under her friends’
scrutiny. If Macy only knew some of the fantasies she’d entertained about him, she might roll out of her chair in a dead faint.
“I’m sure he’ll forgo the freaking ball gag her first time out, Macy,” Sam said sardonically.
“He might. He might even be considerate of where he stabs her as he sacrifices her virgin body to his demon gods.”
Okay, Candace had to laugh out loud at that.
“Do you have a mental disorder?” Sam asked. “I mean seriously. You’ve gone completely off the reservation.”
“Will you stop encouraging her!”
“Will you stop
dis
couraging her? You’re the one trying to scare her.”
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“Okay, if you guys don’t stop it, I’m seriously leaving. I officially declare the matter closed.”
Candace downed the last of her icy slush and leaned over to pick up her purse, holding it in her lap like a shield. Both her friends looked crestfallen. “Now, are we going to get a movie or what?”
“So you are in fact not calling him, right? I win?” Macy asked, collecting her own bag from the one empty seat at the table.
“No, you don’t win—”
Candace raised her voice to talk over Sam’s outrage. “You did
not
win, because I made that decision the second he gave me his number. That’s why I gave him mine, and as you know, I haven’t heard from him. You two have been going on and on for nothing.”
“Dammit, Candace,” Sam muttered, shaking her head. Candace blinked innocently at her just as the cell phone deep in her purse rang.
Tired of the wild jolting of her heart every time her ringtone blared for the past week, she’d assigned Brian his own ringer ID. That way there were no more instants of sheer panic when she heard the thing. Now there was only the moment of mild annoyance when the external display showed it was her mother calling.
“Great,” she muttered. There’d be an inquisition later if she didn’t answer, so she flipped it open and greeted her mom as she and her friends stood to leave the shop. Not one for small talk or beating around the bush, Sylvia cut right to the chase. “Candy, have you spoken with Deanne?”
Deanne was her cousin, and Michelle’s older sister. Despite being close as sisters to Michelle, Candace rarely spoke to Deanne unless forced to at family functions. “Um, no. Should I have?”
“I got off the phone with her a little while ago. She’s in a tizzy. One of her bridesmaids has been dismissed and she’s desperate for a replacement. I told her you’d be glad to stand in for her.”
Dismissed.
Wow. Two weeks before the wedding. And how nice of her mother to volunteer her services. “Does she even want me?”
“She was all for it. I think she’d take anyone at this point.”
Anyone? Sometimes, Candace swore someone had left her abandoned on Sylvia and Phillip Andrews’s doorstep when she was an infant. “I’m bowled over,” she muttered.
“Don’t be cute. Tomorrow you’ll go to the dress shop with her and see what alterations need to be made, so they’ll have plenty of time to get them done.”
“Okay, yeah, fine. Can she call me up and ask me to do this? Since I’m
her
bridesmaid and all?”
“She has a million things to worry about right now. We don’t have time for you to get all in a snit. I’m sure she’ll get in contact with you and tell you what time.” Her mother paused for a moment. “Where are you?”
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Great. She glanced up at the back of her friends’ heads as they walked down the sidewalk of the shopping center toward Blockbuster. Falling behind a few more steps, she pitched her voice lower and mumbled her answer, knowing full well how her mother felt about Samantha. “I’m out with Macy.”
She could hear the relief in her mom’s voice. “Oh, good. What are you girls up to tonight?”
“We’re going to rent a movie and go to her place.”
“Well, have fun, dear. If Deanne doesn’t call you, then call her. She’s likely to forget all about it, she’s in such a state.”
Right. Candace flipped her phone closed and shoved it in its pocket in her purse, jogging to catch up with her friends.
Samantha smiled at her, and she felt like throwing herself under the car that was easing by out in the parking lot. Was she such a coward that she couldn’t stand up for someone who’d been such a good friend?
It wasn’t fair. Sylvia’s disapproval didn’t even have anything to do with Sam as a person, but the girl’s mother was an alcoholic who’d been in and out of jail and rehab. So naturally, in Sylvia’s eyes, Sam must be one too, or either on the brink.
“I have to be a bridesmaid in Deanne’s wedding,” she told them.
“Oh, you
have
to, huh? Fun,” Sam said.
“Hey, maybe you’ll meet someone at the wedding. Fall madly in love and not give another second’s thought to what’s his name.”
Not likely. Not even possible. Candace sighed. “No, Macy, I will not meet someone there. I can say this with absolute certainty.”
Macy wouldn’t be dissuaded. She pulled open the door of the video store and they all filed in.
“How?”
“Because Brian’s the
one
,” Sam said happily. “Now we have to reel him in.”
Yeah, this was pretty much one of those moments when she felt like strangling both of them. “Did you guys trip over the dead horse? Please, stop beating it.”
It was at that moment something happened that almost caused her knees to give out. For a split second she thought someone else’s cell phone was ringing, but when Sam and Mace looked at her in puzzled expectancy, she realized it was her own. Playing a ringtone she’d heard only once…when she’d set Brian’s number to it.
“Oh…oh, God.” Her fingers were shaking as she plunged her hand into her purse and scrabbled to get it out of its pocket. She fumbled and dropped it into the depths of the bag, uttered a word she rarely used, and followed the little square of light to retrieve it again.
Sam was practically standing on top of her. “Is it him? Is it?”
“Damn it,” Macy muttered.
“Oh, crap, it’s him.” Candace was almost stuttering.
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“Answer it, fool!”
Licking lips that were suddenly dry as the Sahara, she flipped it open and almost dropped it again before she got it to her ear. “Hello?”
Sam beamed at her. Macy glowered.
“Hey,” came the casual reply in her ear, toe-curlingly deep and with that easy male confidence that could drive a girl right out of her mind. Her heart was beating so crazily she wondered if her friends could hear it. “A phone number is like the combination to a safe, isn’t it? I figured you gave me yours because you wanted me to crack it open, and it would be a shame to let it go to waste.”
As his voice purred into her ear, the breath left her lungs in a rush. It was a struggle to fill them again before she could speak. “Of course, I wanted you to use it.”
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“Oh, no, not at all.”
Sam was bouncing on her toes. The three girls were practically blocking traffic flowing into and out of the store, so Macy grabbed them both by their shirt sleeves and tugged them out of the way before they could get cussed out.
“Hmm, doesn’t look like it.”
That was an odd thing for him to say. “So…what are you up to?” she asked.
“I’m looking at a pretty girl.”
Huh? If this were texting, that would definitely earn a WTF reply. “Okaay…”
“She’s blonde, wearing blue and standing with two friends. She’s talking on her phone, probably to some unworthy jerk, but damn, I wish I were him.”
Her head came up as the light bulb went on, and she scanned the aisles in the video store, searching…and she’d only thought the breath had fled her before. At the sight of him grinning at her from one of the far corners, it was knocked out completely.
“He’s here,” she said to her friends, then realized she still had the phone to her ear. Their heads cranked around faster than Linda Blair’s to follow her stare. “You’re here,” she said stupidly.
“That I am.” She saw him clip his phone closed and beckon her over with slow sweeps of his index finger. Swallowing hard, she put her own phone away.