a peanut butter cookie. Even a couple of days old, they were still soft and sweet, with the perfect hint of crispness. The bite she took practically melted on her tongue.
âSo,â Madeline said as she leaned forward. âHave you decided? Are you going to go for it?â
Shelby thought about the alternative. Always making a bad decision for the very best of reasons. She wanted more. Of course, feeling safe was important, but sheâd meant what she said beforeâshe wanted what her friend had. A wonderful man to love who would love her in return. But to find that, to even start looking, she had to get over her fears.
Baby steps, she reminded herself. First a man as a friend, then a man as a significant other.
Shelby drew in a breath. âIâm going to do it,â she said firmly.
Madelineâs brows rose. âSeriously? Good for you. Have you picked the guy?â
âAidan Mitchell.â
Her friendâs brows went up another half inch as Madelineâs mouth fell open. âAidan?â
Shelby nodded. âDid you hear what happened last night?â
âWith Aidan? No. What?â
Shelby filled her in on the incident at The Man Cave. Sheâd heard a couple of different versions before getting confirmation from Aidan himself. She spared no detail of the poor womanâs distress and Aidanâs hungover self-loathing.
âSo why is what happened a good thing?â Madeline asked, sounding doubtful.
âBecause he feels awful about the whole situation. Heâs disappointed in himself and he says he wants to change.â
For her plan to work, she was going to need cooperation. âWhen you think about it, heâs kind of in the same position I am. We both want to be better people than we are now.â
âNo,â Madeline said, interrupting. âYou want to deal with something bad that happened in your past. He wants to stop being icky when it comes to women. Thereâs a difference.â
âAgreed, but weâre both still heading in the same direction. What do you think?â
She wanted Madelineâs opinion for a lot of reasons. Not only because she trusted her friend, but Madeline had grown up in Foolâs Gold. Sheâd known Aidan all her life. If he had a dark or violent past, Madeline would tell her everything.
Her friend reached for another cookie and took a bite before answering.
âIf heâs serious about changing his ways, then heâs a good choice. He was always nice. You know, in a guy way.â Madelineâs mouth turned up. âWhat about sex?â
Shelby rolled her eyes. âIâm not interested in sex. That part of me isnât broken.â
âWhat if he needs the incentive?â
âI donât think he will. Not after what happened last night. This isnât about romance. Itâs about something more important. Both of us healing. For me, itâs my heart. Or maybe my trust. Iâm not sure how to explain it exactly. I just know that being friends, not lovers, is the answer.â
âGood luck getting him to go for that.â
âHe says he wants to be a better man,â Shelby said, not sure if she was convincing the other woman or herself. âIf he is, then this is one way for that to happen.â She bit her lower lip. She was taking a big step, but there didnât seem to be another way. âSo you think heâs an okay guy?â
âI do.â
âThen Iâm going to ask him if heâs interested.â
âOh, what I wouldnât give to be a fly on the wall. Youâll tell me what happens?â
âAbsolutely. I think heâs going to be fine with it. Weâll help each other and then move on with our lives.â
âThe road to hell,â Madeline murmured.
Aidan had used the same expression that morning, Shelby remembered. Intentions were practically resolutions. She had hers for the New Year. A plan to finally put her