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I push off the table, grabbing my crutch from the wall, and hobble over to join them near the living room.
“This man has never had sex. Not even once,” I say, my expression entirely neutral at this catastrophic lie.
Candy's eyes grow wide. “He's kidding. I totally know what I'm doing.”
“So I've heard.” Dylan gives him a quick nod. “Now if you wouldn't mind, Kane, Lake needs to get back to his session. So, keep it quick.”
With that, she turns and heads towards the bathroom, giving us some time to talk.
Candy shakes his head. “Ooooh, Lakey. She's a pistol, huh?”
I blow air through my lips. I have no idea how to describe this chick anymore. “Something like that.”
“I was gonna head downstairs for some breakfast, see if you wanted to come, but I see you're busy,” he says.
“Yeah, I'm good. Gonna finish up here. I'll see ya at the meeting later.”
“Alright man,” he says, shaking up. “Nice room you got here, you lucky shit. Mine only has an ensuite, but you got like a whole ass apartment in here.” He peers down the hallway, taking in the living space.
“Actually, I'm a floor down,” I say cautiously, knowing he'll catch on immediately.
His eyes narrow as he takes a step inward, lowering his voice. “You mean...you're in a regular room?”
Dylan walks out of the bathroom, unintentionally looking our way, and our hushed conversation stalls as we silently gaze back. She clears her throat and apologizes, walking into the guest suite where the athletic table is set up.
Candy's wide eyes follow her and then snap back to mine as he connects the dots. “You gave her your room?!” he whisper-shouts.
“Shh!” I hush him, looking back to make sure she's out of sight. “It's for therapy purposes. Chill out.”
“Mhmm…” He backs away with a smirk on his face. “Never seen you sokind.”
He's really delicate with that word.
I roll my eyes, running my hand along the back of my neck.I'm kind. I'm kind to everyone. This is no special occasion.
He grabs the door handle, giving me a dismissive nod. “See you in a few hours.”
After Candy leaves, the weight of the room returns. I hobble back into the guest room as Dylan is laying out the bands in different corners, attempting to create some sort of makeshift gym with the four items that came along with her.
We don't bring up the elephants in the room, as many as there are. She doesn't bring up the fact that I've clearly talked about her to Kane or that she now knows I've given her my room, and I definitely don't bring up the intimate moment we shared on the table where she almost admitted all of her secrets to me.
We work in peace, both happy to push forward toward our own goals without addressing the uncomfortable, as impossible as that's becoming.
13
Dylan
“He'stotallyfine,Dyl,”Katia attempts to comfort me. “Really, we're having fun. He just showed me his car collection, and I now know more facts about the history of Ford and Ferrari than I'll need to in this lifetime.”
I smile and chuckle into the receiver, missing him more than ever.
“Truly, we're having fun. I just put the frozen lasagna you made in the oven, and we're about to watch reruns of The Midwest Car Show on TV.”
“Pickle! Hi Pickle!” I hear Colin's voice in the background and my heart melts.
“Here, he wants to talk to you,” Katia says.
“Pickle!”
