Smooth Moves

SMOOTH MOVES

By

Betty McBride

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Chapter One

Unwrapped and feeling exposed, Candice turned her head so Dr. Peters could check her skin. She waited, knowing he would tell her to cut down on the caffeine and lose the cigarettes. Hearing it all before, he should know by now that she wasn’t in a mental state to care. It wasn’t that she hated herself, just that society wouldn’t look the other way long enough for her to mend her shredded self-image.

“Candice, how much do you smoke now?”

Here we go…

“A little under a pack a day.” She avoided his knowing gaze and hurried to add, “I’ve cut back. I used to smoke a pack and a half.”

The doctor sighed as he nodded, “You know that continuing to smoke will keep the rash present. Did you cut out caffeine?”

At her cringe, his fingers flew over the keyboard once again. She’d learned to hate that rap-tap of his fingers. When he’d finally stopped it, he asked, “Any joint, muscle, or lower back pain?”

“Only when the weather changes.”

His wry grin proved that he’d heard and understood before he motioned toward his eyes, “Are you still using the drops daily?”

She nodded, wanting to put her shades back on to keep the glare from hurting her head. At her tired and pained expression, he handed her dark sunglasses back to her, “Mentally, do you feel better than the last visit?”

“Please don’t ever put me on any pills to block addiction to nicotine again.”

“You know I don’t like those. If you have to, use candy instead of the cigarettes. Trust me. I used to smoke. The first three days are the worst.”

She’d begged Dr. Peters to put her on something to help stop smoking after both eyes blistered at once and her mind crashed, causing an inability to do her job. The result had stressed her beyond anything she’d previously felt. With the current blistering of the left eye, caused from the Lupus she continually endured, came pain in her cheek and eyebrow. He offered a low-dosage narcotic which she immediately shot down. Although required to take meds to keep her kidneys, lungs, and heart from damage, she vehemently hated side effects and pills in general.

In fact, the whole health care process was so irritating that it was depressing in itself. She’d gotten toxic shock syndrome at age seventeen and had been administered something to stop a resulting stroke. Ever since, she hadn’t seen an end in sight from the barrage of doctors and specialists. After subsequently suffering shingles and Epstein Barr, she’d slowly developed multiple
syndromes
with elaborate names she couldn’t pronounce.

The doctor now warned her about taking too many over-the-counter meds. She hid her smirk, remembering the pharmaceutical representative whose obvious double take had made her clench her teeth.
Didn’t they train new hires in tactful communication? Where’s the pretty blonde rep who wore too much perfume?

After the doctor handed her the scripts, she draped the silk scarf over her face once again. Feeling despondent, she mentally wished part of her electric bill payment goodbye as she handed it to the office worker. Slipping out the door, she eyed the Halloween décor as she crossed the street to the pharmacy. Once the scripts had been dropped off, she ducked around the corner to have a quick cigarette.

Next stop—the grocers…ugh!

A manager there had gone to high school with her and never failed to remind her of the former clear-skinned beauty she’d been. Now, no matter what she did, her efforts resulted in rashes which made her look like a strung-out druggie. The butterfly rash currently marring her face spread from forehead to chin while her body was covered with what appeared as bug bites.

She’d been sneered at, endured meth jokes, and asked what grade of weed made her eyes so bloodshot. Growing sick of it, she’d covered herself from head to toe and donned the shades. Unfortunately, she was forced to grow accustomed to small-town life where everyone thought they knew her business and never tired of either giving well-meaning advice or avoiding her completely.

Stubbing her cigarette butt out, she tucked it into an empty package and glanced around the corner. A new shop was going in beside the doctor’s office. Spying someone moving around inside, her gaze shot to the empty place where the sign should be but was missing. Her cell chirped, signaling that her meds were done so she quickly dashed around the corner while trying to delete the text.

She slammed into a wall of hard muscle, causing her cell phone to go flying and her glasses to crash to the pavement. Squeaking as the ends of her silken scarf fluttered into her lowered vision, she watched in horror as the lens of her shades skated over the concrete. Hands suddenly grabbed her upper arms, “Oh, crap! Are you okay?”

Her vision shot forward, encountering a starched business shirt with a tuft of chest hair curling out of the top. A hand suddenly tipped her chin up, causing her to look upward. Unused to human touch as well as the sun glaring full force into her eyes, she tensed as a cry flew out of her throat when she tried to focus.

He suddenly drew her around him into the shadows while saying, “Let me guess…migraine?”

The fact that this man didn’t know her combined with his lack of ready judgment made her jaw slacken above his fingertip. She backed directly into the wooden bench behind her, sitting down with a thump. He smoothly sat beside her, taking in her intensely curious expression as she studied his face.

His expression didn’t change as he asked, “Am I right?”

She shook her head, “I have…um…Lupus. It makes my eyes blister which causes pain and sensitivity to light. That’s why my face is…” Deciding against the word
ugly
, she added, “…why I have a rash on my face.”

His head tilted in thought before the door suddenly opened and a pharmacy assistant said, “Candice, your prescriptions are ready.”

Noticing the tall, strikingly handsome man at Candice’s side, the woman’s eyebrows flew up. Candice ignored the assistant’s obvious surprise and rose to gather her broken shades and cell phone. Stuffing them into her pocket, she kept her face down as she quickly headed toward the pharmacy. From behind her, the assistant’s tone implied she liked what she saw, “Excuse me, Mr. Danton. Can I help you find something?”

“No, ma’am, but thank you. I’m with her.”

Candice frowned, risking a glance over her shoulder to find him following her. She looked around and discovered no other female in the store.

What did he…? Who’s he with?

Thinking he couldn’t mean he was with her, she quickly paid for her meds and turned to leave. He walked along with her, “You have no idea who I am, do you?” When she shook her head, he said, “My name’s Rich. Nice to meet you, Candice. I’m new in town as you’ve probably already figured out.” He flashed an unnerving grin and rushed on, “I was wondering if you’d like to go get something to eat.”

Waiting until they were away from the prying eyes of the pretty pharmacy assistant, she turned outside the pharmacy and asked suspiciously, “Why? I mean…look at me.”

Shrugging nonchalantly, he studied her face and blurted out, “Because people eat food.” When her eyes narrowed, he quickly added, “I need to apologize for the shades and your phone anyway. Let me buy you dinner.”

“I ran into you, not the other way around. You don’t need to apologize and I don’t need your pity.”

“My pity…for what?” Realizing this wasn’t going well, he suddenly said, “I’d just like to get to know you, Candice. I know many people that suffer from migraines so we already have something in common. Like I said, I’m new in town and…”

Choosing bluntness to get rid of him, she snapped, “You could ask any woman on a date. Go find one. Trust me. They’d gladly go.”

“I don’t want to ask any woman out. I want you to go with me.” When that garnered a look of sheer disbelief, he begged, “Oh, come on…please!”

With his expression so sincere and her stomach growling at the thought of her empty pantry, she shielded her eyes and shrugged. Not trying to be rude but knowing that he’d catch on quickly when people started to talk, she sighed and slowly nodded.

Dimples sprang onto his cheeks as he leaned toward her. She quickly leaned back but he grabbed her chin once again as he said, “You have the prettiest eyes. Are they fake? I can’t see the lens’ outlines.”

Used to shying away from scrutiny and rattled from his male aroma assaulting her senses, she pulled her chin away from his fingers but he ignored her suspicious stance. His hand dropped to her lower back, guiding her across the street where the doctor’s office was located as he said, “Do you watch much TV?” She shook her head so he continued, “My family is opening a deli. Do you mind if we eat there or do you want to eat someplace with more people?”

Her eyes widened as they flew to the new business.
Oh…he just wants a food tester.

She shrugged, stifling the shiver but unable to delete the breathless tone of her voice, “That’ll be fine. What kind of deli?”

“We’ll offer healthier foods, many items for vegetarians, and a variety of juices. In fact, I just made a batch of juice. Do you ever drink juice blends? Please tell me you’ll try it. I need someone’s opinion.”

“You just wanted me to try your food and juice, that’s it?”

At his frown, she realized her tone sounded extremely rude so she quickly offered, “I’m sorry, Rich. I’m used to people ignoring or quickly turning me down for a variety of stuff. I’ll try it and give you the best opinion that I can, okay?”

Sensing an opportunity, she added, “Oh and I blog, too. If I like it, maybe someone out there will read what I say and try it.”

Appearing amused, his grin widened, “Where do you work?”

She shook her head, “I freelance—write articles and blog—since this…” Her hand motioned toward her face, “…no one will hire me.”

His eyebrow shot up, “I’ll hire you.”

She watched him bring a mossy looking beverage back to her while shaking her head, “You don’t have to pay me to blog.”

“No, I mean to work here.”

Horrified at the idea of appearing in public, she vehemently shook her head, “I’d scare away the public!”

“I didn’t see the pharmacist or the assistant running from you. I didn’t scream when you bounced off me. You really shouldn’t let the public dictate your life, Candice.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You don’t break out in a full body rash when a mosquito bites you.”

He motioned toward the drink, “Have you ever thought of juicing? It’s extremely healthy and might be just the thing you need.”

She stared at him, “You sound like my doctor.”

He laughed and picked up his own drink, downing half and licking his green mustache away before waiting for her to drink some. Her lip curled at the green substance, “What’s in it?”

“Oh, no. You have to try it first and tell me what you taste. I think you’ll be surprised, though. Before you drink it, is there any type of fruit or vegetable that your doctor or pharmacy warned you to stay away from?”

More curious than before, she shook her head as he continued, “Many people find, after the first couple of swallows, that they can’t stop drinking it and want more when finished.”

Narrowing her eyes, she admired his salesmanship but picked up her glass to sniff. Her eyebrows flew up, “I smell…pineapple?”

He grinned, “That’s in it.”

She took a sip and grimaced as she swallowed, “It’s kind of thick.”

“That’s because it’s pure vegetable and fruit juice.”

A variety of flavors danced over her tongue—pineapple and something exotic amongst them—as she asked, “Why’s it green?”

“What do you taste?”

“Celery, pineapple…” She took another drink and, to her surprise, felt a rush flood her brain. Her eyes widened as she drank half the glass before coming up for air, “Wow! You’re telling me that’s only fruits and vegetables.”

He nodded, “It is. What do you taste?”

“Citrus and a mossy taste but it’s not bad. I feel energized.”

He laughed, “You’re body needed nutrients. See…you’re even smiling.”

She suddenly realized she was as she brought the glass to her lips again. He watched her as he said, “Let me make you one of our specialties.”

After drinking the remainder, she asked if he had a menu. Nodding, he asked again what she tasted.