Jessica looked between the two of them and then asked the words Candace was dreading. “Did you two…”
Brent only laughed and shut the door to his room, leaving Candace to flounder alone in front of them.
“No!” Candace shouted. She cleared her throat and smoothed down the shirt. “No,” she said, much calmer. “I threw up last night, and Brent lent me a shirt.”
Jessica’s eyes only got wider. “So you spent the night in his room?”
Travis glanced between his wife and Candace with an eyebrow raised before slowly dragging his eyes to where Brent had retreated.
Candace tried to lean against the wall casually, but ended up stumbling backward. “No. Why would you think that?”
“Why else would you be in the hallway wearing only his shirt while he watched you from his room?”
Candace’s face flamed even hotter, and if she could die right then, she would welcome it. Instead, she only coughed loudly and pushed inside.
“You know, my ankle is throbbing and I need to rest. Have a great day!”
Before either of them could reply, she slammed her door shut. On the other side of the door, she could hear Jessica asking Travis if he knew what was going on. He said he had no idea.
Candace didn’t either.
