Redemption:Slick Rock 18(5)

By: Becca Van

Then why couldn’t she shake the shivers of apprehension that sent shudders racing up her spine?

Enya entered the supermarket and after hooking a carry basket over her arm, she hurried to the fruit and vegetable section. She’d thought about varying her schedule just in case someone was watching her, but decided against it. There was a comfort in keeping to a routine. She didn’t care if anyone thought she was a little unbalanced because she had OCD.

Enya stumbled to a halt and tried to stop her forward momentum as she rounded the corner of the aisle, but she was too late. The breath left her lungs as she slammed into one of the men she’d been trying to avoid.

“Shit! Are you all right?” Camden asked.

A shiver worked its way up her spine and she opened her mouth to answer, but when nothing came out, she quickly closed her mouth and nodded. There was no way she could speak actual words when Camden had his hands on her. She could feel the heat of his palms seeping into the skin of her upper arms through her short-sleeved shirt, and for a moment, she wished she’d worn one of the sleeveless shirts she had hanging in her closet.

“You look tired, sweetheart. Have you been having trouble sleeping?” Camden frowned as he scrutinized her face intently.

Enya gulped and tugged her arms out of his hands before taking a step back. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine. Did you make a follow-up appointment after being in the hospital?”

Although his concern made her heart flutter and filled with a warm fuzzy feeling, she didn’t like being questioned. She lifted her chin toward him and said a little belligerently, “There was no need. I’m fully healed.”

Camden rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “You might be healed physically, but what about emotionally, Enya? Have you been having any nightmares or flashbacks after being hurt?”

She moved closer to him and poked him in the chest. “Listen up. I’m only going to say this once. I’m not your concern. You and your friends aren’t my doctors anymore. So stop being so…”

“Worried? Caring?” Camden quirked an eyebrow.

“Whatever,” Enya muttered as she sidestepped him and hurried away. She didn’t look back when she heard his loud sigh of frustrated exasperation. After grabbing the fresh fruit and vegetables, she turned and headed toward the checkout. She wasn’t surprised to find Camden watching her as if she was a bug under a microscope.

She might not be worldly or experienced with men, but she knew Camden, Phoenix, and Axel were hanging around for a reason. However, she wasn’t about to set herself up only to take a fall. It hurt too much to get close to someone only to have them leave without a backward glance. There was no way in hell she was going to wear her heart on her sleeve only to have it smashed to smithereens.

Sometimes Enya wondered what life was all about. All she’d ever endured was violence, pain, and heartache.

Socializing and getting too close to other people wasn’t in the cards for her. Her mom had been taken from her way too soon and it had taken her years to get over her grief. There was no way she ever wanted to experience that kind of pain again. She’d learned the hard way that it just wasn’t worth it to get too close to another person. Loving and then losing just hurt way too much.

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Camden watched Enya leave the store and had to fight against his instinctive urges to follow her. There was so much pain in the depth of her blue eyes, it took all of his self-control not to pull her into his arms and just hold her.

He wanted to know every little thing there was to know about Enya Baker and yet he wasn’t sure he, Phoenix, and Axel would ever get the chance to know the real woman behind those sad, pain-filled eyes.

Camden wanted to curse and rail at the gods or fate for putting the woman he and his friends wanted to have a relationship with in their sights, only to have her turn from them time and again.

She was just as attracted to them as they were to her, but she seemed hell-bent on keeping her distance. Other than what he and his friends were doing—eating at the diner when they knew she was on shift, and accidentally bumping into her on purpose in the supermarket—he had no idea what else to do.