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did she.
    This she would have remembered. This was not
how he used to kiss. He cradled her head in his hands, and changed
the heat level of the kiss by delving his tongue deeper in her
mouth. Oh, no, he definitely didn’t used to kiss like this. If he’d
kissed her like this when they were young, she’d have been pregnant
every year until menopause set in.
    Instead he’d grown into this man with wide
shoulders, rough hands, and a mouth that made her want to sin. Her
breasts felt full and heavy against his hard chest. Anger and
passion made the kiss last longer than it should have. Oh, and it
didn’t feel like he was trying to punish her with his lips. No,
more like he was laying claim to what was once his. The passion
spread like a drug through her veins, making her head reel. It made
her want. The alien emotion shocked her more than the moan rising
in her throat. The sound must have brought Aiden back to his
senses, because he tore his mouth from hers.
    The sound of their breath coming out in hard
gasps filled the silence. She stumbled back, trying to get her
thoughts to congeal. The intensity of the kiss rendered her mute.
Aiden rubbed his hands over his face. His amber eyes took her in
and she wondered if her shock resembled the expression on his face.
He shook his head, disgust clouding his features. Without speaking,
he turned and headed for the road. Megan placed a hand over her
speeding heart.
    "Welcome home to you, too," she said to his
fading shadow.
    *****
    He should have turned the hell around when he
saw Megan’s profile in the setting sun. Well, give him some credit,
his steps had faltered, but the dumb part of him, the part that
never got the memo about their breakup, made him keep walking
toward her like Megan was a beacon of light.
    Beacon of light, my ass.
    When it dawned on him which tree they were
under, he should have told her dinner was ready and left with his
head and hormones on the same page.
    Same page, my ass.
    He could still taste her on his tongue. She
tasted of cherries and trouble, and for those brief moments he’d
reveled in it, comparing and committing it to his memory. Screw
oysters or chocolate, a hundred-year-old oak was a damn
aphrodisiac. He pinched the bridge of his nose. What an idiot. He’d
succumbed as easily as if she’d crooked her finger at him. The
sound of disgust filled the quiet. Aiden continued walking.
    Headlights shone on the moist dirt in front
of him. Aiden moved closer to the shoulder of the road. The driver
honked the horn, and he turned to see a beat-up Cadillac. Just what
he needed, his mother. She stopped, leaning over the seat to roll
down the window.
    "What are you doing out here so late?"
    "I was heading home and decided to clear my
head by walking." He opened the car door and sat down.
    Jocelyn wasn’t looking at him but out her
window toward the lake and the aphrodisiac oak. She turned back to
him. "No wonder you’re a cop. You’re a horrible liar."
    Being a good liar was the least of his
problems. "Can you take me home?"
    She put the car in drive, then said, "I’m not
going to ask." Aiden counted up to thirty seconds.
    "It’s Megan, isn’t it? Don’t tell me it’s her
again. I know you used to love her, but she’s not worth the
heartache."
    He’d wagered to himself it would take a whole
minute to break her, but these circumstances called for impatience.
"You think that about every woman I’ve dated."
    "No, just Megan." She shook her head, but
kept her eyes on the road. "You’re stalling. It is about her."
    He understood her worry. Only Shep and his
mother knew how Megan’s leaving had affected him. No, he hadn’t
spiraled into a depression, but the day she left him he stopped
being a naïve boy. He’d grown into a man who didn’t take on
unnecessary responsibilities, a wife and kids being the last on
that list. Sooner or later you had to grow up anyway and stop
believing in fantasies. Being married to Megan happened to be one
of his. His