Forgiving Lies by Molly McAdams Page A

Marie Jenkins! I am in my pajamas and do not have my purse, cell phone, or keys. Open the damn door! I hear you two laughing!”
    If I hadn’t been so pissed off at Mason for sending Rachel over here and for her agreeing to it, I’d have been laughing too.
    “I swear, if you do not unlock this door and let me in, I will go Cali bitch on your asses!”
    Okay, now I was laughing.
    The door next to ours opened and a middle-aged man looked between Rachel and me. He had his cell in his hand like he couldn’t decide if he was going to call the cops or not.
    “I will cut you!” Rachel swore and continued beating on the door; my neighbor looked at his phone and I groaned.
    Pushing away from the wall, I took the few steps over to Rachel, grabbed around her waist, and pulled her back with me.
    “Let me go, Kash. Candice! Open the door!”
    “Calm down, you’re freaking the neighbors out.”
    “I don’t care! I do not want to be locked out of my apartment so I’m forced to spend time with you! You’re rude, did you know that?”
    I couldn’t help but laugh at her. “I’m rude? If you hate me so much, you should have never agreed to come ‘help’ me.” I nodded and gave a reassuring smile to the now-confused-looking neighbor before walking us into my apartment and releasing her.
    “Excuse me for trying to be nice! That’s what people do, they help people, especially when they’re new to the— Holy crap, where’s all your stuff?” She looked around at our living room, which was mostly bare save for the two boxes Mason brought.
    “We—”
    “Is this what Mason was talking about? He said I’d know it when I saw it.”
    Wait. What? “What are you talking about?”
    “Mason said you needed me for something in here. I asked him what that something was, and he said as soon as I walked into the apartment I’d see what you needed help with.”
    Fuck. Me. “Oh shit, Rachel. Um . . .”
    “When is all your furniture coming?” She began walking around the place and her eyes got bigger with each empty room she came across. “Did you guys sleep in here last night?”
    “Uh, yeah. Good news? Floor is actually pretty comfortable. So there’s that.”
    “Bad news?”
    “We don’t have anything coming, we need to go buy new stuff.” I took a deep breath and blew it out quickly. “And I’m starting to think that’s what Mason was sending you over here for.”
    She’d been slowly nodding her head at the beginning, but then she stopped and tilted it to the side. “Starting to? What did you think we were talking about earlier?”
    “Uh—so would you like to go furniture shopping with me?” I scratched the back of my neck nervously and she narrowed her beautiful eyes at me.
    “No! I would not like to go furniture shopping with you, Kash. Did you already forget just telling me that you didn’t need anything from me?”
    “I—that was a misunderstanding. I thought you . . . that Mason . . . it doesn’t matter. Like I said, misunderstanding. If you don’t want to come with me, that’s fine. You can hang out here, but obviously, you’d just be sitting on the floor.”
    “What misunderstanding? What did you think was happening?”
    I groaned and grabbed the keys out of my pocket. “Forget it, Rachel.”
    “No, I deserve to know why you were so rude when I was offering to help you!”
    I flung my arm out to the side and practically growled at her, “I thought he sent you over here to fuck me, and I thought you agreed to it!”
    Instead of laughing at me, like I’d have expected any normal person to do, her stubborn expression fell, and all color drained from her face. Her mouth fell open and she quickly shut it, licking her lips as she forcibly swallowed. “I d-don’t want . . . I don’t want to have sex with you,” she whispered, and backed up until she hit the wall.
    “Okay, Rachel, that’s fine.” I spoke like I was talking to a scared victim. What was going on with her? “That’s good