which really pissed him off. He kicked me in the ribs and I couldn’t breathe again. I still couldn’t breathe when we got to lockup. Corey was in the room, we surprised him.”
“Corey?”
“A lab tech. He was studying for his exams. We startled him. When he saw me, all the blood startled him. I looked much worse than I was.”
“Jade.” Dell could barely speak. “God, Jade.”
“Corey jumped up and…” She tightened her grip on him, both hands at his chest, grabbing his shirt and a few chest hairs to boot. “He shot him,” she whispered. “In the thigh. I screamed, and he shoved me up against the meds lockup and demanded the key or he was going to shoot Corey again. But the key wasn’t on my ring, I didn’t have it there because it’s too dangerous. But when I refused to get it, he-”
God, he didn’t want to hear this. “Jade.”
“He touched me. With his gun. He rubbed it over my breast and when my nipple got hard, he laughed and said we were going to have fun after. Corey yelled at him from the floor where he was bleeding like crazy, told him to leave me alone, and I could hear Karen screaming for help from the kitchen… and you know what I did?”
Dell shook his head.
“Nothing. I did nothing.”
“You were scared, Jade.”
“I was useless.”
“You were in shock.”
“So was Corey,” she said. “So was Karen. They were both hurt-”
“So were you.”
“Not like them.”
She blamed herself, he realized, for not suffering as much as they had.
“I wasn’t hurt like they were,” she said again. “And yet they never stopped fighting. I never started.” Galvanized into action by her own words, she shoved him away and grabbed the wine, tossing back a healthy long pull right from the bottle. Gently he took it from her.
“I let him into the meds lockup,” she said, not looking at him, swiping her mouth with her arm. “I let him take whatever he wanted as I begged him not to hurt me.” She looked away. “After… I figured there had to be something fundamentally wrong with me that I hadn’t been strong and brave.”
“No,” he said fiercely. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Jade, tell me he didn’t hurt you.”
“The police came. Someone in the next building over heard Karen screaming. The guy who had me, he had an accomplice. He was in the getaway car, but he came in to shut Karen up. The police burst in just in time. We were saved. No thanks to me.”
“You weren’t…”
“No. He intended to rape me, he told me several times.” She shuddered. “In graphic detail. But he didn’t get to it.” She closed her eyes. “I grew up hearing how strong I was. How I was meant for big things, how I could do anything I wanted. That I’d been born for running the family show, so to speak. But I wasn’t strong. I was weak.”
What she’d been raised hearing from her family sounded more like a major contradiction to him-do what you want, but make damn sure that what you want is to do our bidding… “You’re human, Jade. That doesn’t mean you’re weak.”
She turned from him and shrugged. “Everything I knew about myself was wrong. Nothing felt right. I couldn’t find my footing.”
“Anyone would have felt that way.”
“It was my own doing.”
“The holdup wasn’t your fault.”
She rolled her head on her neck, like her muscles hurt. Since she was tense enough to shatter, it was no wonder. He put his hands on her shoulders. Her muscles were bunched and tight as rocks. He dug his fingers in a little and she exhaled, dropped her head back to his chest.
“When I left Chicago,” she murmured, “I wanted to find myself again, but I couldn’t. I think it’s because I was trying to be someone who no longer existed.”
He dug in on a particularly tightly knotted muscle and she hissed in a breath. “God, that feels good.” She tilted her head to give him more room to work. “I think working at Belle Haven was supposed to be a statement, like look at me further sabotaging myself… but the joke ended up on me. I like it here. I like who I became here. And I liked to think I brought some things to the job that no one else has before.”
“Hell yeah, you did,” he said. “And you became an important, integral part of the place.” He turned her to face him. “You know that, right?”
She gave a little smile. “Turns out I have mad skills no matter what type of an office it is.”
“Turns out,” he said, smiling back. God. She looked so beautiful bare of makeup, bare of the clothes, of any of her usual shields. Just Jade. “But that’s just the job,” he said. “Did you figure out who you are outside of work?”
“Not a line dancer.”
He smiled. “Okay. Anything else?” When she didn’t say anything, he did. “You’re a good friend.”
She choked out a half laugh, and then another. And then as if her legs were weak, she slid down until she was sitting on the floor, her back to the cabinet. “Dell, I was here for a year and a half before I even let any of you come over here. Lilah-”
“Loves you. Adam loves you.” He hunkered beside her. “We all-”
She covered his mouth with her hand. He gently kissed her palm and pulled it away. “You give something to each of us. Hell, you give something to perfect strangers, like when you paid the rest of Nick’s bill from your own money.”
“You saw that?”
“I see lots of things.” He kissed her palm again, and held it in his. “I see the real you, Jade.”
She stared at him. “Do you think you can tell me who that is?”
He dropped all the way to the floor next to her and hauled her into his lap. “The real you is the woman who gets to work early to make my day easier because she cares. The real you is the woman who goes to lunch with Lilah even though for the fifth time that week she’s going to ask you if Lulu should be allowed at the reception, and even though you likely want to strangle her, you still smile and suggest that probably it’s not a good idea to allow lambs at the wedding reception. The real you is the woman who can make both of my big, badass ex-military brothers smile.” He lowered his voice and put his mouth to her ear. “The real you is the woman who, when you’re naked in my arms, gives me absolutely everything you have.”
She closed her eyes. “How do you know?”
“Because I’ve never seen you give anything less, in everything you do.”
“You helped me.”
Maybe. She’d come to Sunshine seeking confidence and inner strength, looking to find herself. He’d done his best to give her whatever she needed but in the process he’d helped her become strong enough to go back. “So why are you going back now?”
“My dad’s ill. He has Parkinson’s and hasn’t been able to run the business for a long time. I was doing it for him, and when I left, they temporarily promoted a family friend to my position. Sandy’s good, really good actually, but…”
“But she’s not you?”
A small smile crossed her lips. “She doesn’t want the job long-term. She wants to get back to part-time so she can spend more time with her young kids.”
“They could promote someone else.”
“I promised. And I always did really mean to go back. I love my job with you and love the friends I’ve made… I’ll never forget any of it. But I pretty much ran away from home, you know? I can’t just… keep running. Without a compelling reason to stay, it’s time for me to go.”
He looked into her eyes and saw regret, and he wondered if it was as painful as the regret swelling in his chest cavity. “So stay for a compelling reason.”
What might have been a brief flash of humor came and went in her eyes. “Like more naked-friends sex?”
