Garrett cut way back on the corporate bullshit, but I still can’t quite believe he’s living in Alaska now. I can’t believe how he is with Delia’s son. Before this, if I’d suggested to Garrett he might fall in love with a single mother, he’d have looked at me like I was psychotic. Not because he had a problem with single mothers, but because his life didn’t leave any room for anything.” Becca paused and took a swallow of wine, smiling softly. “I’m so happy for him though. He looks happier than he has in years. I never thought the whole corporate law thing was his gig, but he took it on like it was.”
Aidan considered the way Garrett looked when he last saw him. Aidan had seen him a few times when Garrett had been back to Seattle. Most memorable was when Aidan had encountered him at a restaurant with Delia, his new love. Garrett carried himself with an easiness Aidan had never seen. The tight lines bracketing his face were gone. When his eyes had landed on Delia, Aidan had felt like he was intruding—the look in Garrett’s eyes was so intimate. Aidan glanced across the table at Becca. His mind flashed to the feel of her lips under his. He forced his brain to the present and nodded. “When I saw him last month, can’t say I’ve ever seen him look so relaxed. Good for him is all I’ve got to say about it.”
Becca smiled softly. “Definitely.” Her smile wavered, and she shook her head sharply. “So what did you think of Diamond Creek?”
Aidan had gone up to Alaska for Garrett and Delia’s wedding last month. He’d meant to get up and visit Gage over the winter, but time got away from him. “It was more amazing that I expected. The views…wow. Those long summer days are something. It felt like the days never ended.”
Becca grinned. “When the sun doesn’t go down until after midnight, technically the days don’t end because the next one starts first.” Her gaze sobered quickly, and she took a big gulp of wine before pinning her eyes to him.
His pulse pounded through his veins. He didn’t know what Becca was about to say, but his body was on high alert.
“So…you said something last night.”
Oh hell. She wanted to talk about it. His whole plan, which really wasn’t much of a plan, was to avoid this. He took a breath and rolled his shoulders. “So I did.”
‘What did you mean when you said you wanted to kiss me for too damn long?”
Becca’s blue eyes were guarded, but in their depths was that glimmer of uncertainty she tried so damn hard to hide. Aidan was winging it here, but he wasn’t going to lie. If all he had to offer was the truth, then that’s what he would give her.
“I meant exactly that.”
She took another gulp of wine and twirled a lock of hair around her finger—that silky brown hair he wanted to run his fingers through. She bit her lip and looked away, her teeth denting her soft, full bottom lip. Lust jolted through him. Damn. He was in trouble. Serious trouble. He’d had such a firm grip on the reins of his desire for so long he’d forgotten he’d been barely holding it back. He couldn’t have realized how much it would test his control to give in and kiss her. When she looked back at him, her eyes were considering.
“I have an idea, but I don’t know what you’re going to think.”
He hadn’t a clue where she was headed, but he couldn’t stop the path of this conversation. “Hard to know what I might think unless you tell me what your idea is.”
She took another gulp of wine and squared her shoulders. “You know what happened with Kyle?”
He bit back the snarl of anger that rose within him and nodded slowly. “Your ex, right?”
She nodded, her eyes wary. “So you know I caught him with my friend two days before our wedding?”
No, he had most definitely not known that because if he had, he’d have tracked Kyle down and beat the living shit out of him. It had been bad enough to know Kyle had dumped her two days before their
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