That wouldn’t do. Not only did she have customers perusing the high priced items stocking the shelves, but her tears would signify both envy and ridiculous self-pity, two emotions she wasn’t going to let herself sink into. One errant tear somehow escaped, fortunately from the eye further away from the clientele, and she dashed it harmlessly aside, rubbing her dampened finger against her skirt. The Russell brothers had obviously figured out they’d driven away the best thing that could ever have happened to them, and she could picture them in hot pursuit of her best friend, Sinclair Renton. A smug smile, in direct contrast to her previous emotional reaction, twitched her lips, and she could only picture Sinclair’s mixed reaction when they caught up with her. Candy had total faith they’d work it out, and her friend wouldn’t blame Candy for snitching on her. Besides, who ran away on a bus? To Canada? What about the fact Candy had had to make do with email and phone contact for all those years while Sinclair was away at school?
