Holding On To A Promise

Chapter Eight

There was this awkward tension between the two of them, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She studied Metin, wondering why he had chose to ask that kind of question and why he acted with such defensiveness. She spoke up, " Well let me leave you two alone for a minute, I need to finish a couple of things and then I'll be ready to go." She smiled at Can, touching him on the shoulder. Can patted her hand, " Ok, I'll be here waiting for you, just take your time." He replied giving her a wink and a smile. She turned to leave, but glanced  back at Metin, still confused at his actions. Metin nodded at her, as if to let her know everything was ok. But an uneasy feeling begin to rumble around inside her stomach as she hurried to finish her paperwork. 

" Can would you like a drink, I have our favorite whiskey if you would like." Metin asked, moving toward the cabinet. Can nodded, " Sure, but just one, I have to drive and I wouldn't want anything to happen." He started, eyeing his longtime friend. Metin smiled, " Of course, your much to responsible for that." The words stung Can, but he held his tongue, trying to figure out what had Metin so distant. Can took the glass, " How's your business holding up, it looks like you have made a good name for yourself. Sanem tells me you may be looking for a partner." He looked around at the office, impressed with what he saw. Metin kept his eyes on Can, but being careful of what he said, " That's right, so Sanem has told you all about our office here. Yes, the clients are coming in left and right, I think a lot of it is due to Sanem, you know,  keeping me organized and on track. I don't  know what I would do without her." He remarked, not losing eye contact with Can.  

Ok, now he knew this wasn't just a coincidence, as the words seemed to be aimed directly at him.  His hostile manner had been brought on by something and he needed to find out what it was. Before Can had a chance to reply Sanem walked in, " Ok Can, I think I have everything lined out, and I'm ready to go. Is there anything else you need me for Metin?" She asked, feeling the tension as thick as smoke in the room. Metin looked at Sanem and smiled, " No, I think you have done enough today, and thanks for making me look so good. You go and enjoy yourself tonight." His eyes covering every inch of her as he talked. Sanem motioned for Can, " Ok, come on Can, I'm starving and I know you have something delicious planned for us for dinner."  She reached for his hand. Can grabbed on to it, as if it was his life preserver then turned and looked at Metin, relaying the message with must one look, " Metin, we will talk again I'm sure. It's been nice to see you." He stated, as he placed a protective arm around Sanem. 

He knew that look, that look from Metin that Sanem would never recognize, the look that said he wanted more than just a friendship. Those kind of looks can't be covered up or disguised, they are there for all to see. Especially if it's someone you have know all your life and have witnessed these looks before. Can wondered if Sanem had any idea of Metins feelings, he thought she probably didn't or she would not have had him come there to pick her up or try to fix their damaged relationship. He knew he had to have a serious talk with him, alone without anyone knowing. A million things were running through his head as they walked to his truck, but he had to push them away, act as if they weren't there or Sanem would bombard him with questions that he wasn't prepared to answer. As he helped her in to the truck he realized that he hadn't told her how beautiful she looked today, or how wonderful she smelled. He climbed into the seat next to her, he smiled at her not wanting to waste a moment with her, " You look beautiful today, but then again you always do, so it seems inadequate to even say those words." He told her letting his eyes soak up all that innocent aura that she possessed. She smiled shyly and turned her head away, " Thank you." She replied as she buckled her seatbelt, taking a few hidden glances at him. 

He always took her breath away, that intensified and sensual charm that he carried with him everywhere he went, the dashing and sensitive gestures that could make a woman weak, all those things that you read about in a fairytale about a handsome prince. He had them all....The drive to his house took a while, and her nerves were on edge but the thought of being alone with him made her feel anxious. She was still a bit self conscious about the limp and walking with a cane, and the scar on her face. It was always there, looking right back at her, reminding her of that time in their lives. Maybe he saw nothing but that scar when he looked at her, maybe it triggered that guilt feeling inside him and he was trying to soothe his own feelings of what he had done. She shook her head, as if arguing with herself, she hadn't realized she had done it until Can asked, " Sanem, are you ok, you're mumbling and I didn't understand you." He startled her, she jumped and quickly looked away, " No, I'm fine, I was just thinking about something at work." She told him, as she rubbed her forehead feeling one of her headaches coming on. 

Those headaches were another thing that had been a reminder of that accident. They were just one of the many reprecussions from her injuries. Along with the scar on her face and the damage to her lower back, she was also plagued with these headaches that were brought on mostly by stress. They were not a frequent occurrence but they happened often enough for her to dread the possibility of them. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the seat, willing this one to pass without a major problem. Can reached for her hand, gently he kissed her fingers, " Are you ok?" He asked, almost in a whisper. She smiled without opening her eyes, " I will be, it's just a headache, I guess it was too much paperwork today. It must have put a strain on my eyes." She replied, with just his touch making her body tingle. He kept her hand in his as they drove, gently rubbing her fingers with his thumb. It was so relaxing, so mind numbing that she couldn't believe that her headache was nearly gone by the time they arrived at his house. She smiled to herself thinking how appropriate, he could solve almost anything that caused her pain. 

Well almost anything.  He had been the cause of the pain of her heart. He hadn't listened to her or tried to understand why she had to do what she did.  That was the reason for all her heartbreak, the sadness and the hurt.....

But all she wanted now was for him to be the cure.....the one to take back all the pain...

She hoped with all her heart that he would be....