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mention of that other night hit her with the force of the sleet outside. Humiliation and guilt reared up. She pushed against him and struggled to sit.
    He released her and she quickly stood, then bent to pick up her discarded clothing, holding the sweater over her nakedness.
    He stared up at her, the desire in his eyes slowly replaced by confusion. “Sam, what’s wrong?”
    She stared at him for long moments, her body on fire. She didn’t know what she felt for him. Lust? Love? Or was he just a convenience, someone to take her mind off her problems? Until she knew, she had to resist Aiden’s pull. For his sake.
    “I’m sorry, Aiden. I’m confused. My feelings are all muddled. I can’t use you like that.” She gave him a shaky smile. “It’s late. I’m going to bed.”

CHAPTER SIX
    SAM FLICKED ON the flashlight and partially closed her bedroom door. She considered shutting it tight, but knew she had more to fear from her own feelings than she did from Aiden Rourke. He wouldn’t come into her room without permission. She set the flashlight on the night table, changed into her nightgown and slid under the sheet and down comforter, then reached over and turned off the flashlight.
    With the power out, they had no heat, but she felt hot enough after her make-out session with Aiden and from her embarrassment that she’d acted so out of character, so like her mother, so ready to use Aiden again. She pulled the comforter up to her neck and closed her eyes, willing sleep to come.
    Still awake two hours later, she huddled under the bedcovers, warm but restless. The storm seemed to grow fiercer as sleet continued to patter against the windows. Thoughts of Aiden churned her emotional upheaval, rivaling the storm.
    Quincy and Casey jumped onto the bed, startling her. She sat up and scanned the room before settling back down. They walked around on the bed for a while before lying down on either side of her, one against each of her legs. Their little bodies soothed her and she felt grateful for their comforting presence, but a bigger part of her craved Aiden’s closeness and his touch. He’d always know what to do to make her feel better.
    Tonight reminded her of that other night when she and Aiden had made love. She’d shown up at Aiden’s bar, determined to drink herself into oblivion. After two glasses of wine, she still hadn’t gotten the sight of her mother and Kurt out of her mind. When she’d ordered a third glass, Aiden had asked for her keys and offered to drive her home. Instead, like a total fool, she’d begged him to take her home with him. Before the night was over, she’d begged him to make love to her. She’d never before or since asked a man to make love to her. Worse, she’d begged him with a clear head—the wine had made her bold, but far from drunk. Deep down, she’d wanted him, had wanted him for a long time, but had been afraid to admit it.
    After making sure she was serious, Aiden hadn’t hesitated. But first they’d gone to a local diner, a quiet place, where they could talk. They drank coffee and talked for close to an hour. She got to see a little of the real Aiden, not just the hot guy she’d had a high school crush on. That night he made her feel safe, special, like a treasure he wanted to cherish. She’d known he wanted her to feel comfortable, to be sure of what they were about to do.
    Sam closed her eyes now and let that night play out in her head like a movie. They’d barely made it into his apartment before they started stripping each other, leaving behind a trail of garments from the door to his bed.
    Remembering his scorching mouth and hands, Sam touched her breasts under the thin silk of her nightgown. She massaged them, rolling the nipples between her fingers, pushing her breasts together, seeing Aiden as he’d been that night. He’d made love to her with a tempting combination of hunger and tenderness, worshipping her with his hands and mouth and body, unselfishly giving