Christmas Clash (12 page)

Candace nodded.

“Oh.”

The cameraman put the camera on his shoulder and Candace watched for a green light. She wouldn't be joining Luke in the interview.

“You should've told the station about this sooner. We could've pushed the story more.”

“Your coverage has been good and we appreciate it. Informing the public helps immensely.”

“It's what we strive to accomplish.”

Didn't she just say she would have covered the story more if she'd known I was involved?
The kiss-ass across from her couldn't keep her eyes off Luke.

Before she thought about it, Candace looped her arm in Luke's and smiled. His hands were still in his pockets and he didn't move. She clasped her fingers together and leaned in on one leg closer to him. He smelled like sugar and spice and everything nice. Damn, she could just lick him up for dessert. Candace kept her eyes focused on Misty and saw the minute grimace cross her face before she composed herself.

“Are you sure you want us to cover this event?” Misty asked. “We will be unbiased.”

“We understand. Thank you for coming, Misty. The community needs to know what is happening.” Candace loosened herself from Luke, squeezed his arm once before letting go, and stepped to the side.

Luke handled himself perfectly when the camera started rolling. All was well—until Misty decided to include Candace in the interview. Not good.

“Ms. Ellison.” Misty and the cameraman swung their attention to her.

She uncrossed her arms and stood up straight.

Candace tried for a smile. She nervously bit into the side of her cheek. She had no idea what the reporter would ask. Luke had covered the important bits. There was nothing left to say.

Something flickered in Misty's eyes—determination or malice, Candace wasn't sure which. Neither choice was appealing with a camera facing Candace and Misty in control.

“How do you feel about the city council attacking your loved ones?” The reporter's cuteness had fled and all that remained looked vicious.

“Excuse me?” Candace could feel her face scrunch up, but she couldn't stop her unbecoming look before the camera.

“Your boyfriend's business, The Pub, and the surrounding businesses being targeted by the city council? That must upset you.”

Could she take back her arm tangle?
Touché, Misty
.

“I … yeah, it is upsetting to clash over such an important topic so close to Christmas. I own the flower shop.” Candace weakly pointed with an upturned finger over Misty's shoulder toward her building.

“So the city council is voting to tear down your building as well, correct?”

“The entire block. There are seven businesses in total that will be affected when the council could easily pick land that is undeveloped.”

“Do you feel you were justified in threatening an elected city council member?”

Candace's mind raced and she worked to focus on the turn the interview had just taken. She needed to get out of Misty's crosshairs. The reporter clearly had more than one of these aggressive questions waiting to be asked. “I did not threaten anyone. The important thing to note is that—”

“What do you have on Mr. Dean?”

“Our downtown is bustling and there is plenty of other land not in use that would make great places for—”

“So, you don't have any
skeletons
on Jeffrey Dean?”

She sucked in a curt breath. Why was Misty asking her questions if she wasn't even going to let her finish? She made herself smile before answering politely and quickly. “That's merely a figure of speech.”

“Did you provoke this fight?”

“I did not.”

“If you are defeated, will you waste taxpayer money fighting the decision?”

“I hope we win, and we will if the community contacts their city council representative and tells them how upsetting it is to displace seven business owners who have been a part of the Casper community collectively for well over a century.”

Misty turned into the camera, cutting Luke and Candace out of the frame. Candace couldn't make out what she was saying over the pounding in her own head.
What just happened?
Her last name, saying she's dating Luke, the attacks about her blasted city council encounter. Wrong. All wrong for her side of the fight.

“And … we're clear.” Misty handed her microphone to the balding cameraman.

“You are going to cut that, right? I'm not sure that was the proper way to promote our event. And my name …” Candace's voice trailed off. She took a deep breath.
It's okay. They can chop the footage.

“No. We were live.”

“Live?” Candace shrieked. Luke was staring at her and for once it didn't calm her down. “Why did you ask those questions?” She turned her irritated gaze back to Misty, who looked pretty proud of herself.

“So that the public knows exactly who is affected. Didn't you read the paper today?”

“Paper?”

“There's a reporter who covers the council meetings. You should pick one up.”

Candace took a step toward the woman. She didn't know what she was going to do, but it was going to involve some close talking. She felt Luke's large hand on her waist, pulling her back.

“Honey. It's okay.” Luke braced her tightly against the side of his body and she tried not to enjoy his touch. “You held your own. There's nothing to get upset about.”

Candace said nothing. She squinted at the reporter and decided to hold her tongue. The feeling of Luke hugging her to him filled her senses and didn't leave a lot of room for anger. Warmth started under Luke's hand and spread throughout her like a tornado. She didn't want to move. This reporter could pretty much say or do anything now and she wouldn't leave Luke's grip.

“This should run on both of the evening spots, too.” The reporter said and didn't look up as she fiddled with her smartphone.

Excellent. I'll be skipping all forms of the news for a while.

They stood not moving, and in a flash the team from Channel Five disappeared.
You can't stand here forever, Candace.
She blinked a long blink and moved from his side.

“This is a mess,” she said.

“Of your doing.”

She wanted to stomp her foot. This wasn't her fault. None of it. Okay, maybe a tiny bit. Whatever. How did she always find herself in these spots? She wished she hadn't become so possessive of Luke when the reporter was eyeing him.

She searched Luke's eyes. She needed help with this. She needed to know she didn't just tank everyone's efforts.

“I won't say I told you so, but let's remember this next time you think your bulldozing way is the best way.”

“Okay,” she whispered, still stunned by the last fifteen minutes of her life.

He started to smile and gathered her in his arms and hugged her tightly to his broad chest. “We got our message across today. That's the main goal here.”

She didn't want to, but she sank into him. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and took in the sensation of being pressed up against him. The way he encircled her in his strong arms—he felt so good and so right. She could feel his chest rise and fall and swore she could almost hear his heartbeat pick up speed.
This is nice.
She wasn't exactly sure why he held her. To comfort her? Did she look like she needed this much comforting? Well, she did. She didn't want his embrace to end. Not ever.

“I know you think this was catastrophic, but it wasn't. I mean, we could've done without your city council nest kicking, but optimistically I'm going to assume that only makes people pay attention to the story. We may have a decent shot at winning.”

She nestled slightly more into his chest. If he was lying, she didn't want to see his face. She needed to believe his words.

“You have done your best. I know. So do they.” He nodded his head toward the other side of the street, then kissed her forehead gently. “It's not your fault about the convention center project site choice and the rest of them will get over it, too.”

Why was she being so weak right now? And why was Luke being so nice? He should be furious. She needed to buck up. This was no time to fall apart and this wasn't the person to cry in front of. She could be weak at home when no one else was around—that's when she usually broke down, where she felt most comfortable. Still, here in Luke's arms, in the middle of a crowded street, she felt a calming peace.
How odd.

“I don't think it's going to be good enough.”

“It will be.”

“I'm not so sure.”

“Let's see how it plays out before claiming defeat.”

She clenched her eyes tighter. She hated being upset in front of him. No, she wasn't blubbering like a fool, but she didn't need to be. He could tell she'd been deeply affected by the council situation, and maybe even him. She stayed in his arms for a few more breaths before backing up. The ends of her lips curved up when she saw his concerned expression, and then she headed to her flower shop. She needed to be alone before braving more people to tell them of their predicament.

On her way to her pity party of one she spotted Pamela from the historical society. She'd contacted Pamela about having the area declared an historical site when she first heard weeks ago the city council was seriously considering her city block. Pamela had dashed that hope. The buildings were younger than the historical society's qualifications and nothing of “major and memorable significance” had happened in their city block or to any of their buildings.

“Candace, dear, nice to see you. This is a lovely event you're hosting.” The seventy-something woman wore a black track suit and sported a perfectly curled short hairdo.

“Thank you, Pamela. It wasn't just me, though. All of us came together to do our part.”

“I'm so sorry you have to go through this. I wish there was something I could do.”

“Me, too.” She didn't care that the sun would set early. This would be the longest day of her life. Noon hadn't come yet and already she felt like she was going on hour twelve.

“I checked again, to make absolutely sure there was nothing we could do about the classification.”

“And?” Her brows shot up in hope.

“There isn't. I thought those underground tunnels that ran throughout downtown Casper might extend this far, but they don't. It seems they are contained to the couple of square blocks in the main downtown.”

“Oh.”
Hope followed by a letdown. Awesome.
“Why were those tunnels built again?”

“The red light district, dear. Money and sex. Then there was Prohibition—we also liked our booze. Those are the mischievous things of our past we have to deal with, aren't they?”

Candace sighed “I suppose so.”

“In any event, all of the tunnels have been mapped and recorded. They end a block up.”

“Thanks for checking. Enjoy the rest of your day. Make sure you stop at each business. They each have something different.”

Candace turned to rush into her shop and digest the grim information and bumped into someone.

“Excuse me,” she said.

“Candace.” Her brother's familiar voice caused her to smile.

“Hey, Blake.” She hugged her brother and his wife. “Halle. Thanks for coming down.”

“Looks like you have quite a crowd,” Halle said, interlocking her fingers with Blake's.

Be positive. You're still in the game.
“I have high hopes for today.” She glanced around at the street that was filling up quickly. “I think we put together a fun day. Let's hope it pays off.”

“It will,” he said. “I'm sure you've thought of everything. Think Jeffrey Dean will show up?”

Candace let out a mocking laugh. “I doubt it. If he were going to show up, it would've been when the cameras were around and they just left. Halle, you look wonderful.”

“Thanks. We need to go out to lunch again. I haven't seen you in a while. How's Kiss from a Rose?”

“Oh, I love it. It's still one of the best decisions I've ever made.”

“Good. Owning a business can be rough,” she said as she swiped her blond hair behind one ear.

“Don't we know it.”

“I see Luke. I'm going to go say hi.” Blake kissed Halle and nodded to Candace before he made his way over to the grill.

“Is Luke the one flipping the hamburgers?” Halle asked.

“Yep.”

“Cute.”

The weather held in the brisk fifties and a beautiful blue sky shown above them, so red cheeks weren't uncommon in the crowd. But Candace felt hers heat and looked away.

“Oh come on,” Halle said. “He's adorable and I can tell you like him. Spill.”

“I don't know. It's … complicated.”

“It always is.” Halle shook her head and Candace noticed Halle touched her stomach again.

Could she be—
“Is there something you'd like to tell me?”

“You can't tell anyone,” Halle whispered. “I'm still in my first trimester and we wanted to wait.”

“Congratulations.” Candace nearly jumped up and down but stopped herself from drawing attention. Instead, she hugged Halle tightly. “I'm so happy for you two.”

“I wanted to tell you, but you know how Blake gets about his privacy. I'm glad you guessed.” Halle smiled from ear to ear.

“We'll have to go shopping, and I want to help when you decide the theme of the nursery. Have you been on Pinterest? Your head is going to explode.”

“I'm pretty sure I was on there for six hours yesterday,” Halle said, shaking her head. “I'm not sure how I ever cooked, decorated, or fixed my hair without it.”

The two laughed and shared examples of funny memes and pictures they'd found before Halle left to join her husband at the grill and Candace finally made her way inside the flower shop. She sat down on the bar stool, took out her phone, and flipped it around in her hands a couple of times before making the decision to call Frank.