Candy Cain by C.L. Scholey by C.L. Scholey - Read Online



Candy is on top of the world. She's a high priced corporate lawyer with expensive cars, time on her hands, and money to burn. Although, she has no one to burn it on, except for a yearly ritual of buying toys and treats for the needy at Christmas time. Cain is an egotistical enigma. A very deprived and hurting enigma, who feels wishes are for fools. A car accident leaves them stranded together, and the two have no choice but to warm each other's cold bodies, lest they freeze to death. As the temperature dips outside, the heat begins to sizzle inside. Candy and Cain, though worlds apart in society, begin to feel perhaps they have more in common than either could ever wish for. Will they both discover the miracle of Christmas wishes isn't just for the very young?
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ISBN: 9781611607833
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Chapter 1

It was five days before Christmas and Candy wandered around the shopping mall. She admired all the hard work put into the numerous displays. The fifteen-foot Christmas tree was breathtaking, as it was every year. Santa’s workshop was a bustle, with children big and small wanting pictures, a treat, or simply to dream of a new toy.

Candy looked into windows, checked out the sales. She picked up stuffed animals and racing cars, only to lay them back upon the shelf, shaking her head. There really wasn’t room in her car for anything else; the vehicle was filled to the brim with ribbons, packages, and bags. She needed to unload her treasures at the hotel in town. She really should be there by now, but Candy just couldn’t resist the draw of the excited crowds.

She brightened momentarily when her gaze settled upon a lifelike, beautiful doll. Candy lifted her hand to touch the lace on the dress with a shaky finger. It was delightful. The image of an old dress, given to her by her foster mother years ago for her doll, flashed through her mind. The colors were basically the same. But it was different too. Her doll had been in handmade clothing, the fabric was worn, the patterns beyond faded. A discreet patch, in the shape of an embroidered flower, had adorned a small part near the hem where lace once resided.

They had been so poor, her foster parents. Lilly, her foster mother, stayed home to watch the children while Mark, her foster father, did odd jobs, if and when he could find them. The doll was found at a secondhand store, so they said; more than likely it had been salvaged from someone’s garbage bin, but Candy had loved it nonetheless. It wasn’t the gift or where it came from; it was who had given it to her. Lilly tried so hard to make Christmas a special occasion for their family. And, bless her, she had. Every single wonderful year.

They’d strung popcorn, made paper chains out of the colorful cartoon section of rummaged newspaper, and collected pinecones to decorate the small tree, all the while singing Christmas carols. Every room held a heavenly smelling fresh sprig of pine branch, a wonderful aroma to add to the festive occasion. The angel for their treetop had been handmade, used every year, until it was faded and worn. Candy remembered the fried bologna, instead of a fine turkey supper. Kraft dinner replaced the stuffing, mashed potatoes, and gravy. For dessert it was baked apples; sometimes they even had brown sugar to sweeten them. The dinner was the best in the world, or so she had thought.

As Candy grew older she realized the extent of their poverty, but she always realized the magnitude of their family wealth. Her foster parents truly tried. They loved all five children within their tiny home. They provided as best as they could, but they loved all they were able and then some. No one had ever been turned away; never had Candy gone to bed hungry. Her clothing wasn’t stylish, but her foster mother didn’t let them run around in rags with tears or rips; everything was neatly sewn or patched. Never had she gone to bed feeling sad or alone or lonely.

On a whim, Candy bought the doll. It was silly, really, to do such a thing. She had no use for it. Perhaps she could find it a home with the other purchases she made. There was no one to play with it at her house. She was alone now.

In her last year of high school, her foster father had died unexpectedly. It had been a devastating blow; unfortunately more were to follow. Her foster mom, so distraught with her overwhelming grief, succumbed to death soon after. The children had been separated and sent off to new foster families, all except for her. Candy had been given the option of living on her own. She eagerly jumped at the chance. After all, she’d grown up with four siblings not her own, crowded and annoyed, in a tiny four-room home. A life of solitude had been too good to pass over. She had searched for an apartment. The one she found had been reasonable, quiet, safe…boring. Her own bachelorette pad. She’d never realized how much she’d miss her foster siblings. Her foster sisters had gotten into her makeup; her foster brothers had to be bribed to leave the room if she brought home a boyfriend. She was surprised how happy she was to be part of a family; she never realized what it was to be surrounded daily with love, until it was gone. That life had been gone for years.

Over time she lost touch with her foster siblings, as they changed homes or moved away. She was a grown woman who had worked her