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Steele’s throwaway comment about Macey thinking that Candy was pregnant had immediately been disregarded but now a small nagging voice was starting to make itself known.
She felt so tired.
Seriously tired.
There were many reasons that could account for that but the usually energetic Candy could barely walk past a bed without wanting to climb into it.
And she had felt sick a couple of times.
Actually, she’d had a bout of stomach flu a few weeks ago. Or she’d assumed it was stomach flu.
But she’d had her period, though it had been light, but she was sure that was because she had gone back on the Pill.
God, was it that fabulous bra that had given her such cleavage?
Stop it, Candy told herself.
Except she couldn’t stop it.
‘How is she?’ she asked, when Steele came out from behind Macey’s curtains.
‘She’s having a cry so keep them closed.’ He told her a little about it. ‘She doesn’t want her nieces to know at this stage but at least she seems to be thinking about telling them.’ He frowned at Candy’s distraction. ‘Are you okay?’
‘I’m fine,’ she said.
She wasn’t, though.
Macey’s words had seriously unsettled her.
Candy did her best not to let them.
She headed for home and looked around her flat. She opened the fridge to sort out the milk and things but let out a moan when she saw that it had already been done.
Her parents had been around.
Candy looked at a letter on her kitchen bench and saw that it had been opened.
It was her bank statement.
And there were flashing lights on her answering machine that Candy knew would be messages from her parents—they were really the only people who called her on her landline.
Candy took a breath and called her mum. She sat for five minutes wondering why it had to be like this as her mum demanded to know where she’d been and what she’d been doing.
‘I’ve been really busy with work,’ she said, loathing that she had to lie and then deciding not to. ‘I’ve been doing a lot of extra shifts,’ she explained, and took a deep breath. ‘I’ve booked a holiday. It was a last-minute thing.’
‘Where?’
‘Hawaii. I go next Friday for two weeks.’ Candy closed her eyes and tried to answer in calm tones as the questions started.
‘I’m going by myself,’ Candy said. ‘I just felt that I needed to get away.’
No, she couldn’t afford it and as she was told that Candy thought of the first day she had met Steele, who had simply said, ‘Good for you.’
‘Mum,’ Candy interrupted. ‘I’m going on holiday, I want to go and I’m not going to argue about it with you.’
‘You listen—’
‘No,’ she said. ‘I love you very much, you know that I do, but I’m not going to run everything that I do by you.’
It hurt to have this discussion but she knew it was way overdue. She knew they loved and cared for her and that they expected to be involved in every facet of her life. It just wasn’t the way Candy wanted to live any more.
‘Ma, I’m not arguing,’ she said. She took a breath, wanting to tell them to please ring in the future before dropping around. She wanted to ask for the return of her keys but baby steps, Candy decided, so she dealt with that morning’s events. ‘Mum, I don’t want you opening my mail and I’ve told you over and over that I don’t want you coming around and letting yourself in when I’m not here.’
She meant it. So much so that when her mother pointed out she was just trying to help and, anyway, she’d need someone to take care of the flat while she was in Hawaii, Candy snapped in frustration. ‘It’s not a stately home that needs taking care of. It’s a one-bedroom flat!’
It didn’t go well.
Candy knew her requests would be, as always, simply ignored so after she put down the phone she did what she didn’t want to but felt she had to.
She made a trip to the hardware store, but not just for locks. She also bought a drill.
Then she had to go back to the hardware store a second time because after numerous attempts her shiny new drill wouldn’t screw in a nail but a very nice guy explained what a drill bit was for!
