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passed
through her at Angelina’s statement. Her words, spoken in a voice so melodious
and calm, seemed to hold some sort of magic.
    “Can I help with
something?” Melissa asked.
    Angelina shook her
head. “Absolutely not. Sit, have a drink and visit with us. There are plenty
here to do the cooking.”
    And what cooking it
was. She was forced onto a barstool next to a breakfast bar in the all white
kitchen and watched the Storm women perform magic on the meal.
    The smells were
enticing. Spicy aromas of cayenne pepper and sizzling sausage filled the air,
making Melissa’s mouth water.
    And the food wasn’t the
only thing making her mouth water.
    Aidan stayed close to
her side, laughing and joking with his sisters and parents.
    She shouldn’t like his
attention. But she did. Especially when he casually placed a hand on her
shoulder and ran his palm down her back. His touch seared her, hardening her
nipples and making her wet, which embarrassed her since she was sitting in the
same room as his parents and sisters.
    And she could have
sworn he chuckled at the exact time her panties dampened. Coincidence,
obviously, but he sure had interesting timing.
    “Where are you from,
Melissa?” Kaitlyn asked.
    “Boston.”
    “Oh, how lovely. I was
there a few years back. Are you a native of Massachusetts?”
    “Yes. Grew up there,
went to college there, too.” And she’d probably die there. She thought about
that, wondering why that popped into her head along with a vague sense of
dissatisfaction. The thought of spending her life in Boston had never bothered
her before, so why did she get such a pang of emptiness at the thought of
spending the rest of her life there?
    “How do you like living
in Boston?” Angelina asked while stirring a pot of something bubbly.
    “It’s nice, I guess.
It’s home.” Well, didn’t that sound boring? That was all she could manage to
come up with about the place she lived? What was wrong with her tonight? It had
to be fatigue.
    “Gets cold in the
winter,” Galen said, leaning over his wife’s shoulder to peer in the pot.
Melissa warmed all over when the two of them kissed. Her parents wouldn’t be
caught dead involved in public displays of affection. As far as she could
remember, she’d never even seen her parents kiss in front of her.
    How she’d ever been
created was beyond her. She’d never seen any warmth between the two of them.
Then again, her mother was a busy socialite and her father traveled so often he
seemed more a stranger than a parent. Even when he was around he’d never made
time for her.
    Nothing like this
family, all gathered together in the kitchen, talking, laughing, even arguing
together.
    “Maybe she likes it
cold,” Angelina answered her husband.
    “Or maybe she likes it
hot,” Aidan said behind her, once again firing up her blood until heat crept
into her face. His hand on her shoulder burned. How could a man’s touch fire
her up so? It was almost unnatural.
    She shifted, hoping
he’d catch the subtle signal to remove his hand.
    He didn’t, only
squeezed her shoulder lightly until she turned her face up to his.
    Big mistake. If the
fire inside her had flamed to life, his gaze revealed a bonfire inside. The
oddest thing was, she could swear she felt what he felt, a raging inferno of
desire that was quickly reducing her to cinders.
    Sudden images of Aidan
naked flashed before her. His body strong, tanned, his chest covered in a
sparse sprinkling of dark, curling hair that glistened like burnished gold. His
eyes blazed like molten amber and his huge cock stood erect between a dark tuft
of hair between his legs.
    The vision was so real
it was nearly tangible. She reached for him, wanting to step into his arms and
feel his strength and fire surround her.
    Then she heard his
husky voice whispering in her mind. “Now isn’t the time, Lissa. But soon, it
will be.”
    Okay, that did not just
happen. And yet, Aidan arched a brow as if he knew she had heard him.