Chapter 7
Colt
It was going to be harder than I thought to get her to calm down. She was a little more uptight than I remembered, but her explanation made sense. Although, I didn’t agree with her little speech. I wanted the woman that I married, and I knew that she was in there somewhere. While this was all new to her, Candy had been on my mind for quite some time.
We got back to my house, and we didn’t say too much more to each other on the way. We both had a lot on our minds, but I'm sure that we were thinking about completely different things. Her phone kept ringing, but she never answered it. I had a feeling that it was her fiancé, even though it was ridiculous at best. She shouldn’t be planning to get married when she already was.
I made her a vodka on the rocks, because it was what she had drank before and Candy smiled at me.
“No wonder I was loose. I haven't drunk vodka in a very long time. Nothing ever turned out well on the stuff.”
“I don't like the sound of that.”
I wanted her to drink a lot and loosen up. Then we could talk about what had happened that night and what was going to happen in the future. I wasn't ready to give her up just yet. There were still questions that needed to be answered and she was only one that could do it.
When she asked me for some wine, I knew that it was going to take longer than I thought. She was a lot different than the night that I met her, but it wasn’t in a bad difference. She was a little more controlled and I liked that, but at the same time, the other Candy would have been a lot easier to get back in my bed.
I went to the fridge and found something that I hoped would do the trick. I’d had a lady friend over that wanted some pink, and I asked Candy if that would work.
“Yeah, anything will be better than vodka.”
I asked her why and she said that she had too many bad experiences with vodka. I had to wonder if I was included in one of those experiences. I was starting to get the feeling that I was.
I put her glass and the bottle next to her. I got some whiskey for myself and sat down across from her at the counter. It was strange to think that she really didn't remember me, when I remembered her so well. I remembered where her birth mark was and the way she had moaned out my name. Those are things that I could never forget, and the fact that she had, bit into my ego. How was it so easy for her to forget, when I was finding it impossible?
“So, what am I doing here Colt?”
She kept asking the same thing, but in a different way each time. The truth was that I wasn't sure what she was doing here. Part of me had invited her before I had even really thought about it, and the other side of me wanted to figure out what kind of hold she had on me and why. It wasn't something that I was used to, and I wanted to know why Candy was the woman, the only woman, that I couldn't get out of my mind. There had to be a reason and the only way I was going to get it, was with her here.
“I've said before what you're doing here. I think that we should give this a shot before we just throw in the towel and sign over papers. There had to be a reason that we both said ‘I do’ that night. I have certainly never gotten married before and even if we were drinking a little bit, there had to be a reason.”
“I think the whole point of being drunk is the reason Colt. Like I said before, that is not like me at all.”
“I have to agree that it was spontaneous, but that doesn't mean that it wasn't right. There had to be a reason that we got married, that we met. I have thought about you a lot through the years.”
“Well I haven't thought about you at all.”
Her words stung, and I could tell that she noticed how rude she was being. It may not have been rude, but definitely short.
“Like I said before, I hate to hear that.”
“Look Colt, I don't know what you think is going on here, but I am just here to get the divorce, so that I can get married to Jax. I am not here for any other reason and I don't want you to think that I am. I want us to be civil toward each other, but we both know that this isn't going to go anywhere. I don't know what I was thinking that night and I don't know why I agreed to marry you, but it happened. And now we have to take care of it, like adults.”
She sounded very sure of herself, but I had to wonder if she really felt that way. I wanted to think that she didn't.
“You might be right Candy, but I would just like the weekend to see. Like I said before, I would never force you to do anything that you didn't want to do. We can just go out, go to a movie or museum or something. It doesn't have to be anything more than that. Did you have something better to do?”
She gave me a dirty look and I figured that I should've said that.
“Yeah, I'm supposed to be on my honeymoon.”
Of everything that she said, that was what hurt the most. The last thing that I wanted to think about was Candy with another man. I still didn’t know why I thought about her and why we’d been drawn together, but I could still feel the same attraction as before. I didn’t know what it was, but there was still something between me and my wife and I was going to figure out what it was before she left. My mind was already on the idea that maybe it was time that we had our own honeymoon. It was a long time coming after all.
“Sorry that I spoiled it for you. I thought that you remembered. I mean, you did have a ring on that night. I found it later in the bed. It must have come off of your finger when we were preoccupied.”
I had brought it with me and I went to my jacket pocket and pulled it out. It was then that I noticed that I didn’t have mine on, but I thought it a bit too presumptuous to put it on now.
When I handed it to her, she looked at it as if it were a bomb. I could tell that it just made it more real for her and I don’t think that it was something she was prepared for.
“You still have it?”
“Yes, I have mine as well, in my box in my room. It felt strange to keep wearing it when you never came back.”
“Why didn’t you come after me? If you felt so strongly about us, about me being your wife? Why would you wait all of this time for me to track you down?”
“Because you told me about Dylan and how he wouldn’t leave you alone. I didn’t want to be like him. I wanted you to be with me because you wanted to be, not because you felt some form of obligation. That was the last thing that I wanted.”
“I told you about Dylan?”
I agreed that she did.
“Oh. I must have been saying way too much. I never talk about him.”
“Not at all. I loved hearing you talk. We were getting to know each other I thought.”
She bit her lower lip and looked away. I would have given anything to have known what was going on in her mind.
“Do you want me to show you to your room? You might be a little tired from the flight and it is rather late.”
She nodded her head and Candy followed me to the bedroom next to mine. I hoped that the close proximity would bring her to me sooner. It was a low chance of working, but I was as optimistic as ever before.