“They’re triggered by certain things,” I told him and moved to get out of his arms again. He let me go this time. I was grateful and yet wished he had fought to hold me longer. Because I needed affection from someone after I had these episodes. It helped me recover quicker.
“I triggered it?” he asked.
I shrugged and looked out at the gulf instead of at him. His question had triggered it. I wasn’t going to tell him that though.
We sat there in silence for a few minutes. I knew his mind was running through all kinds of possibilities and none of them would be accurate.
“I want to know you, Della. I don’t want to stop asking you questions. Next time maybe you can ask me questions that you don’t mind me asking you. That way I won’t ask the wrong thing.”
He wanted to know me. My chest felt like it might burst. Tears stung my eyes and I blinked them back. I couldn’t cry on him now. “Okay,” I replied hoarsely.
Woods’ hand reached over and covered mine, holding it firmly in his. He didn’t look at me. His eyes stared straight ahead at the waves crashing on the shore. When his fingers threaded through mine I let him. That simple touch was all I needed. Being here with him pushed back all the darkness. All the pain and sorrow was forgotten. I was okay. It felt good.
“Woods? Is she okay?” Bethy’s voice called out and we both turned to look back at her walking out of the club and toward us.
“She thinks you had too much to drink,” Woods said quietly beside me. I had forgotten about what everyone else thought of me.
“I’m fine,” I told her as she walked up to us.
“Oh thank God. I was sure I’d made you sick with those lemon shots. They can be fierce if you aren’t used to them.”
“She just got overheated. That mixed with the alcohol. The cool air brought her around,” Woods explained for me.
Bethy’s relief was all over her face. “Thanks Woods. I can stay with her if you want to go back inside.”
Woods’ hand tightened around mine. “No, I’m good right here. I needed a break too.”
Bethy looked worried but finally nodded and went back inside.
Once she was gone I glanced up at Woods. He was watching me. “Thank you for your help tonight. If you hadn’t stepped in that could have been really embarrassing.”
Woods’ frown was etched with concern. “I’m glad I was there. What’s bothering me is the fact that you’re traveling all alone. What happens when you’re by yourself and this… this happens. Who helps you then?”
No one. I managed. “I normally get away before it hits me hard and I deal with it.”
Woods pulled my hand closer to his leg and instead of saying more or arguing with me about that being a bad idea he turned his attention back to the dark water.
Woods
“You need to get back into Jace’s party and I think I’m going to go back to the condo. I’m tired.” Della’s soft voice broke into my thoughts.
I wanted to keep her here with me so I could watch her and make sure she was okay. But I knew that wasn’t an option.
“I’ll drive you. Grant and I will get your car back to the condo for you later.” I wasn’t letting her drive back alone tonight. For my own sanity I needed to see her safely inside.
“You don’t have to do that. I’m okay. Really I am,” she argued letting go of my hand and standing up.
She might be okay but I wasn’t. “I’m driving you,” I repeated and stood up to tower in front of her. “Please. I’ll worry all night if you don’t let me.”
A smile touched her pink lips and she nodded. “All right. Thank you.”
I touched the small of her back because I needed to touch her somehow. The connection reminded me that she was fine now. I led her to my truck and helped her get in on the passenger side. The memory of throwing her inside once before only served to make me even more obsessive to keep her safe.
She wasn’t mine and she never would be but that didn’t change the way I felt. I’d become possessive of her. I wanted her safe and happy. Tonight had scared the shit out of me. Something wasn’t right with Della. The desire to fix it for her was strong and impossible to ignore. What could have happened to her to make her withdraw like that? She’d been completely unresponsive. Like she was just checked out.
Once I was inside the truck, I glanced over at her to make sure she was buckled up. Seeing her tonight was going to haunt me. I wasn’t sure how the hell I was supposed to move on after that.
“Thanks for your help tonight. I hope I didn’t freak you out too bad,” Della said glancing over at me.
I needed to respond but what did I say? You’re welcome and you completely f**ked with my head? I couldn’t say that but I needed to say something.
“I’ll always help you but I’m not going to lie to you. After tonight, I’m concerned. I don’t want to drop you off and leave you alone in that damn condo. I want to take you back to my place and take care of you.”
I chanced a quick peek at her before looking back at the road. She was biting her bottom lip nervously. She didn’t say anything right away. I waited for her to say something. Anything. But she remained quiet. I tried not to think about it and that was proving impossible. I was never going to get the image of her face out of my head.
“I have to learn to live on my own. Live without help. That’s why I’m on this road trip. I need to find myself and make a life for me…” she trailed off before finishing.