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again . . .” His tone was strained. His fingers gripped tightly around the leather steering wheel, and I knew he was trying to control his anger—at what or who, I wasn’t sure.
    “So, you believe me?”
    “Oh, I fucking believe you. What pisses me off is that he’s come back to Seattle.”
    “Why?”
    “Because he sat next to me on the plane and gave me this whole bullshit story about how he was an FBI agent. His case has been put on hold, and he came home to have some downtimeand find a woman he’d met that he wanted to reconnect with.” He spat out his last few words, as if they had left a bitter taste in his mouth.
    “What are you asking me, Aiden?”
    He finally turned to look at me, his eyes full of anger. “That man knew who I was to you, yet he told me—to my face—that he has come back to Seattle to reconnect with a woman, meaning you.”
    “You don’t know he meant me,” I replied instantly.
    He lifted his arm to rest on the seat beside my head and leaned forward until his forehead rested on mine. He took a slow, deep breath before releasing it, clearing his eyes so all I could see was warmth.
    “Beautiful, he came back for you . You’re not a woman that anyone would forget. You’re also not a woman that a man like that—a man like me—wouldn’t go after. He knows who I am and my connection to you.”
    “Aiden, he can’t know who you are to me, it’s impossible. Besides, I don’t know who the hell he is.” Then a thought came to me. “Do you know him?”
    His jaw tightens but doesn’t answer. He took a deep breath and let it out on a sigh. “It’ll all be alright, Aly.”
    “Okay,” I answered. I brought both of my hands up to cup his still tense jaw, smiling when I felt him relax under my touch.
    “I missed you, Detective.”
    “I missed you too, Aly.”
    “Take me home?” I asked suggestively.
    “Thought you’d never ask.”

    The rest of the weekend, I was distracted. From the moment I woke up Saturday morning, I felt strange. It was like I was crawling out of my skin and I had no idea why. When Aiden and I made love the night before, it was different than it used to be. By bringing our feelings about each other into the open, our connection had deepened and grown stronger.
    It started off in our usual feverish fashion. I couldn’t get enough of him. After four weeks of phone calls and flirting, of phone sex and whispered promises of everything we wanted to do to each other, when the time came, I pounced on him as soon as we got through my apartment door. His last visit he knew my head wasn’t in the right place even if my heart was, this time it was different.
    I’d dropped to my knees on the floor of my hallway and wrapped my mouth around him. He’d then carried me to my shower and returned the favor—twice. We utilized the soap and water, running our hands over the other’s warm slippery bodies, all hands, mouths, tongues and nails. We couldn’t get enough. I completely let myself go and as always, Aiden was there to catch me.
    When we finally fell into bed, he changed the momentum. He was attentive, he took his time, and when he finally buried himself inside me with his eyes locked on mine, I’d forgotten about everything except what Aiden and I had together. It wasn’t rushed; it was slow, languid, and full of meaning. I poured my feelings into every touch and kiss, using my body to say what I could not yet verbalize.
    In the light of day, however, I couldn’t stop myself from comparing the two men—as unfair as it was.
    When Aiden looked at me, a wave of warmth glided over me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. When Barrett looked at me, it felt like a thousand lightning bolts scored through me, alighting every nerve ending in my body.
    It was the difference between a slow-burning fire and a raging inferno.
    I felt guilty, though. Everything Barrett had said to me had been a lie. Every moment I’d spent with him was fake. Whereas with Aiden,