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noise and pulled his
sunglasses from his shirt pocket, putting them on. Seeing him
standing there brought it all back. No wonder his attitude had
changed. This is where they first made love. How could she have
forgotten that? Since her feet had led her here, maybe she really
hadn’t.
    Megan turned her gaze to the lake, placid
this time of year. In a few weeks fishermen would invade it, hoping
for a few bites of trout or at least an easy day on the water.
    Okay, thinking of something else hadn’t
worked. She could see them in her mind’s eye—naked, sweaty and
eager. The quieter it became, the stronger the images flew through
her psyche. Remembering them, that night, couldn’t lead to anything
good. She clasped her hands in her lap to keep from fanning
herself. And Aiden, well, he stood there letting her stew in it.
She could be wrong, but the smirk he wore made her suspicious.
    Not able to take the silence a moment longer,
Megan spoke. "Why didn’t you tell me about Shep?"
    "Didn’t think you’d want to hear it from
me."
    Another silence. What did you say to an ex?
If you were lucky, the most you’d ever have to say to an ex was,
"Oh, that’s nice," and find the nearest exit. The only place to
escape right now was the dinner table…sitting across from Aiden.
There was no escape. She tried again. "How have things been
here?"
    "Good."
    Megan glanced at him. She squelched the
thought that maybe he hadn’t been fine after she left. "Your
mother?"
    "Heart’s still ticking."
    Megan sighed. No, not fine. He was
certifiable. "Why don’t you just ask?"
    He crossed his arms. A mirthless laugh
escaped from his lips. "Ask what?"
    Ah, yes, she remembered now. They both could
be stubborn. No wonder they had gravitated toward each other. She
summoned all her patience and said with a calm voice, "Why I
left."
    "Is asking going to change the outcome?"
    Megan realized it wouldn’t. She looked across
the lake again. "We used to be a lot of things, but we were always
friends."
    "Now we’ll be family," he scoffed, bringing
her gaze back to him. "Fancy that. Family." The irony dripped all
over the word. "You’re here for the house, and once you’ve got the
deed, I’m sure the only thing left will be dust in your trail."
    To think for a moment she’d let herself feel
guilt. Megan stood up, recognizing the temper but not knowing how
to stop it. He knew what to say to get her riled up, but Megan knew
all his hot buttons, too. "Try not to get in the way of it. I don’t
want you to choke on that dust."
    "Still self-righteous, I see."
    Oh, that did it. How many times had her
mother muttered those same words when Megan didn’t fade into the
background? He knew this, and yet he still said it. She stepped up
to his face, feeling the heat of him. She let her anger feed off
it. "And what are you now? A choir boy?"
    The shades blocked her view of his eyes, but
Megan knew her comment made a direct hit.
    "Still can’t come up with a decent comeback,
either. I guess city living hasn’t improved you any."
    Megan narrowed her eyes, not able to hear
over the roar of temper in her ears. She poked his chest. Aiden
didn’t back up and that pissed her off more. "Looks like the
backwoods breeding hasn’t made you any smarter."
    "You used to like this backwoods boy." The
words came out deep and strong but caressed like a feather against
her face, and because once she’d really loved the backwoods boy,
Megan knew to back up. Aiden caught the edge of her shirt and
pulled her to him.
    "Scared?"
    "No." Even Megan heard the tremor in her
voice.
    Aiden laughed, then stilled against her. She
felt the hard planes of his chest that he’d turned into muscle
since the last time she’d been this close to him. That damn zing
had replaced the roar in her head. Her lips parted with a shaky
sigh. Aiden cursed, then brought his lips to hers. Her nose bumped
his glasses off his face, and they thudded near her feet, but he
didn’t seem to care. And, oh, neither