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sound fine. You’re not…”
    He couldn’t finish the words and her mind went crazy with possibilities? What? She wasn’t what? She wasn’t sick. Guilty. Pregnant? Her heart literally missed a beat at that thought. They hadn’t exactly taken precautions. They’d both acted irresponsibly. Cara dropped the phone again.
    “ Cara?” She caught the panic in Aiden’s voice.
    She grabbed the receiver once more. “I’m okay. I just ate something that didn’t agree.”
    His silence told her he wasn’t convinced, but he wasn’t ready to argue either. Aiden’s mind was on other things.
    “ Cara, we should talk about this.”
     
      “No, no. We don’t need to talk about it, Aiden. Not at all. Ever.” There’s nothing to talk about really. She tried to sound untouched, but her voice came out strangled. “Look Aiden, it happened. We both know the reasons why. And we both know that it was a mistake. Let’s just leave it at that.”
    “Really? Are you really as unaffected by last night as you sound? You know you’re not very good for my ego right now, Cara?” He tried to make a joke but Aiden still sounded angry.
    Unaffected? No, Cara wasn’t unaffected. She was hanging onto what was left of her pride by a thread. She wanted to ask him if last night had meant anything to him beyond just a way to get back at Miranda. She couldn’t. She was afraid of what his answer might be.
    “Look, there’s really no need for Jason or Miranda to know about this.”
    The silence that greeted those words was deafening. She tried to guess what he was thinking. She couldn’t.
    “Have you spoken to Miranda today?” The sharp sound in his voice had her wondering how much Aiden missed her already.
    Cara considered her answer. What did Aiden want to hear?
    “No, but I’m sure she’s traveling so…”
    “I spoke to her, Cara . She knows. I’m sorry. The words were out before I could stop them.”
    “ Aiden, how could you do that? How could you…”
    “Easy, she had just told me she’d been seeing some old, extremely wealthy, French guy for months.” His voice edged with resentment.
    “Aiden, I’m sorry.” Cara pushed the phone away, held her hand over her mouth, and breathed until the uneasiness passed. “Miranda’s just…”
    “Yeah, Miranda’s just Miranda. Apparently, she’s been sleeping with the guy for quite a long time. While I was away in Little Rock. I’ve been working like crazy trying to…” He stopped. Was he remembering that he’d just slept with her last night?
    “ Aiden, I’m sorry. I had no idea.”
    “That’s bullshit, Cara. You knew she was seeing him.”
    “Yes,” she told him quietly. She couldn’t deny it. Aiden knew her too well. She started to cry silent tears.
    “How could you do that to me? How long? How long have you kept it from me?”
    “Aiden, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She hated the wobbly sound of her voice. She knew that he’d picked up on her tears by the silence.
    “Are you crying?” he asked in a tense voice. Aiden didn’t like her tears.
    “Yes. I’m sorry, Aiden. Can you ever forgive me?”
    His answer cut like a knife. “I don’t know. I trusted you. I can almost forgive Miranda. After all, she’s selfish. But you? I expected more from you, Cara. You were my friend.”
    Were? “ Aiden…” She couldn’t think of anything to say. What could she possibly say? Aiden was right. They had been friends a good six months before she made the fatal mistake of inviting Miranda to the benefit party Aiden’s firm was throwing. Aiden had taken one look at Miranda and ditched his then current flavor of the moment model. Miss December.
    And that just about summed up Cara’s relationship with Aiden. Mistakes and a long continuous series of bad calls on her part.
    They met by accident. Aiden had gotten roped into helping plan a Christmas party for the firm as its newest and youngest member of management. It was some sort of rite of passage he’d told her later.