A slutty witch was a bad combination.Women would fear she was after their men and petition to burn her at the stake.
“Anything you’re cooking is great.”
His lips loosened into a grin and moisture collected between her thighs.Lord, have mercy.
He went back to the stove and she relaxed a little.Her phone buzzed on the table in front of her and she shifted her gaze to it.Ray’s phone number flashed across the screen and her insides clenched.
She swiped to ignore the call and slid her phone a few inches away.
“Do you need to take that?”
She looked up.Aiden had turned from the stove, a pink spatula in his hand.Her lips worked into a smile at the sight of him all buff and holding something so girly.
“Definitely not.”
“Is it Ray?”
She pinched her lips together.No point in lying.“Yeah.”The admission promised more conversation, and the pain radiating along her skull from last night wasn’t prepared for that.Hell, even her body hurt like she’d been fighting in an octagon ring for hours.
He slid the pan off the burner and stomped across the room.“Call him back.I want to talk to him.”He reached for her phone, but she swatted his hand away.
“Excuse me.I’ll do no such thing.”
“Why not?”he demanded.
His abdomen was level with her face, so close she could reach out and run her fingers over the ripple of muscles.Every atom in her body told her to comply with that desire.She curled her fingers into her palm, her nails poking her skin.
That was a surefire way to mess things up.Maybe one day she’d get back in the sack with Aiden, but she had to trust he wouldn’t ruin her reputation first.She forced all the tempting thoughts from her mind and replayed his question in her head.
“Because he’ll get confrontational if you speak to him, and I don’t want him to get angry in case he ends up seeing my mom.”
“This guy is a problem.”
“No shit, Sherlock.It’s a problem I’ll handle, though.”
He mumbled something and walked back to the stove.A few minutes later he slid eggs, bacon, and toast in front of her.Taking the chair next to her rather than the one across, he sat.
The man still hadn’t put on a freaking shirt, but she wasn’t going to be mad about that.Not when she might very well not see him in her kitchen again.
Aiden stabbed at the eggs with his fork then stopped halfway to his mouth.“We need to talk about something.”
She bit off a piece of bacon, and the salty meat filled her mouth with flavor.Her stomach wrestled with his words.If he brought up Saturday night again, she might just pull her hair out.“About?”
He popped the eggs into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.“About where you’re going to stay tonight.”
“Oh.”She set down her fork.The thought of leaving her house brought a rush of anger, but she didn’t have much choice.“I can stay at the Whistlemore Inn.”
He picked up a piece of toast.“Won’t it be hard to get a room during peak season?”
She slumped.Crap.He was right.It’d be impossible to book anything this time of year.“Yeah, I didn’t think of that.”
“Family?”
“I might be able to stay with a friend.My mom lives a couple hours away.I need to get to work every day though.”
“You’re not going in today, are you?”he asked, his tone concerned.
“Louise is covering my morning shift, but I have to be there to help her unpack our orders at some point today.”After her ordeal the previous night, she’d messaged Louise to let her know what had happened so she’d be on guard when coming and going from the shop.Louise had insisted Dez take the morning off, and she hadn’t argued.
