but wonder if he’d told her how beautiful she was, if he’d taken his time to run his hands over her body, or if he’d-
“I don’t remember what happened that night.”
Chapter 23
“What?” the man gently caressing her cheek, asked.
Licking her suddenly dry lips, Melanie found herself admitting, “I don’t remember what happened that night, Aidan, but I know why I drank too much and went out with a man that I barely knew.”
“Your sister,” he guessed, only…
“Adam,” she said, watching as understanding dawned as he dropped his hand away with a nod.
“You’re in love with him,” Aidan said, rubbing the back of his neck as he turned away from her with a curse.
“I thought he was the love of my life,” Melanie said with a sad smile, knowing that she’d been wrong. While Adam had been telling her that he loved her, he’d apparently been doing the same with her sister.
Four years…
“What changed that?” Aidan asked, watching her as he leaned back against a beautifully polished bureau with his initials carved into an intricate design across the top board.
“Caitlyn,” she said with a careless shrug.
“How long were you with him?” he asked, pulling his tie loose.
“Since I was sixteen and it ended three years ago. I didn’t know they were together until-”
“That night,” he finished for her with a nod of understanding before adding, “I was the rebound.”
“I’m sorry, Aidan,” Melanie said, having absolutely no idea what else there was to say to make this right.
If she hadn’t reacted to the news the way that she had or said yes when she normally would have said no, they wouldn’t be in this situation and Aidan-
“You make me nervous.”
“What?” Melanie asked, unable to help but frown as she watched him push away from the bureau with a nod.
“You make me nervous, Melanie. Have from the start. I don’t normally have problems talking to women, never have, but you…” Aidan said softly with a slow shake of his head, “you make me nervous and I have no fucking idea why. You’re the reason why I wanted to give Rebecca the news at home because I wanted to see you.”
“You did?” she found herself asking as she watched him walking towards her, biting back a wince when their baby boy chose that moment to kick her, demanding attention.
“Yes,” Aidan said softly as he placed his hands on her large belly and gently ran his hands in a soothing motion, instantly calming their baby boy. For a moment, neither one of them said anything as he continued gently caressing her belly and then, “I made a lot of mistakes that night, Melanie, and if I had to do it over again, I would do things differently, but I would have still asked you out.”
“Why?” Melanie asked, watching as he slowly looked up to meet her gaze.
“Because you make me nervous,” Aidan said as his gaze dropped to her mouth and-
“Dinner’s ready,” came the announcement that drew her attention to the doorway to find his father leaning back against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, watching them.
With an unreadable look in his eye, Aidan gave her belly one last caress before dropping his hands and stepped away from her as his attention once against returned to that large bay window overlooking the front yard. Frowning, she glanced back at Ethan as he stepped into the room with a reassuring smile and a, “We’ll be right down.”
Not sure what else she was supposed to do, Melanie nodded as she headed downstairs and immediately wished that she’d stayed upstairs when she saw who was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs.
Adam.
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“You can’t fuck this up, Aidan,” his father said, sighing heavily as Aidan stood there, absently nodding.
“Trust me, I know,” he said, rubbing his hands roughly down his face, wondering what the hell was wrong with him.
For the past month and a half, he’d been careful around her, trying not to do or say anything that would make this more difficult than it had to be and then tonight…
“She deserves better than to be toyed with,” his father said as he joined Aidan by the window.
“I’m not toying with her,” Aidan said, shaking his head because he might not know what the hell he was doing, but he knew that this wasn’t a game to him.
“Then what are you doing?” his father asked, throwing him a curious look.
“I honestly have no fucking idea,” Aidan said even as he had to admit that