Flashback

then to put that look on your face.”

She crossed her arms over her suddenly aching breasts. “Nothing.”

“You are such a liar,” he chided softly.

He gestured her inside his place, and she took a better look around than she had when she’d been fresh out of the hospital, and then fresh out of his bed. She saw the pretty windows, the wood floors he’d done himself, and felt another ache, this one in her chest.

She knew that growing up, Aidan hadn’t had much of a stable home life, either. He’d been shuffled around as much as she had. Going into the fire academy had changed his life, given him a team, but more than that, his first real friendships. The kind of friendships that would last, the kind of friend that had his back no matter what. He still hadn’t had any real understanding of what that meant when she’d gone off to Los Angeles, but she could tell it had come to him in the years since. There was an easy confidence about him, an air that said he’d been well liked, well taken care of…

Well loved.

Her heart did a little flop at that because she hadn’t given herself the same. Oh, sure, she was liked. She’d been taken care of. But loved by someone other than Blake?

No.

And if she took away the fame, leaving just small-town girl Kenzie Stafford, what would actually be left?

The answer was as unsettling as the thought, especially given that now she really was without that fancy job. “Aidan?”

He’d headed for the kitchen, but stopped and turned to her. “Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

“For?”

“For bailing me out. For waiting to make sure I was okay.”

He leaned back against the wall and studied her. “So why did you do it, Kenz? Why did you go back after I’d warned you not to-” He broke off and shook his head. “Never mind. I just heard my own words and realized exactly why you did it. Because I warned you not to.”

“Am I that stubborn?”

“Hell, yeah, you’re that stubborn.”

She rolled her eyes, then caught the flash of humor in his. He was laughing at her, and not with her, which should have made her defensive and possibly bitchy, but in spite of herself, she let out a laugh, too. “Okay, so it wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve done. But it was the right thing.”

“How about stealing my file, was that the right thing, too?”

She let out a low breath. “I was wondering when we were going to get to that.”

He just looked at her, big and bad and…patient. So damn patient. She pulled the file from her bag and handed it over. “Thanks.”

“I’d say you’re welcome, if I’d given it to you.”

“You’d have done the same thing in my position.”

“You think so?”

She looked into his compelling eyes and felt her breath catch. “Okay, no. You would have asked. But maybe you’re a better person than I am.”

His eyes expressed his surprise at that statement. They both knew she hadn’t always considered him such a great guy. “People change,” she whispered, mirroring his words back to her. “Right?”

“That’s right.” The smile hit his eyes before his lips slowly curved, and there was an answering quiver that began in her belly. Oh, boy. Not good. He was standing too close, and not being annoying or antagonistic, and suddenly it all seemed too intimate.

She started to turn away but that was cowardice, and if she was going to learn anything while being back here in Santa Rey, it was not going to be that, so she faced him again. “I really am sorry for dragging you into this. For getting arrested and you having to bail me out. For driving you crazy. Pick any of the above.”

“You didn’t drag me into anything.”

“Maybe not, but I’m about to.” She let out a breath. “I need to tell you something.”

“Okay.” When she didn’t go on, he raised an eyebrow. “Is it something that’s going to get you arrested again?”

“No. I’m kind of hoping to avoid repeating that experience.”

“Good.”

“But there are things you should know. Things you’re not going to like.”

“Try me.”

“Okay. I’ve been getting calls from someone I think is trying to help me.”

He stared at her. “Your local cell caller?”

“Yes. He told me the key, whatever that means, is in Blake’s computer files.”

“He?”

“I think so. But I can’t place the voice, he’s disguised it.”

“How the hell does he know the key’s in Blake’s computer files?” Aidan asked her.

“I don’t know.”

“Blake’s laptop was never found. I’m betting it went up in Blake’s Girl.”

“As did mine. But with a computer, I could access my backup files, which would include Blake’s backup files.”

“I have a computer.” He was close enough that she could see the green swirling in his light brown eyes. The scar bisecting his left eyebrow, the lines on his face, only added character, and a sexiness she couldn’t have explained to save her life.

His mouth was slightly curved and she knew if she leaned in and touched hers to it, his lips would be warm and skilled, and most of all, giving.

“I didn’t think I’d be happy to see you,” she murmured, stepping closer. “But I’ve been proven wrong on two accounts now. When you saved me from the fire, and when I came out of jail and saw you standing there.”

“Just the two?”

“Well, maybe one other time…”

Leaning close, he let his mouth brush her ear. “Try a couple.”

At the reminder of how he’d made her come several times, easily she might add, as if he knew her body better than she did, a little shiver of awareness went down her spine, chased by another one, this one pure anticipation.

He could do it again. He could take her there again, to heaven, to oblivion…Only this time it wouldn’t be adrenaline. This time she’d go in with her eyes wide open. His needed to be as well.

“I was worried about you,” he murmured. “You’ve got to stay out of this one, Kenzie. Stay out of Tommy’s way.”

Somehow her face was nuzzling his throat, and she was trying to breathe him in. “I’m going to prove Blake’s innocence in all this,” she told him, liking the feel of her lips against his skin. “No matter the cost.”

“Even if the price is my friendship?”

Her throat actually tightened at the thought and she pulled back to look into his eyes. “Is it going to cost me that?”

“Depends.” He took her hand, put it on his chest and offered her a smile. “You still intending on stomping all over my tender heart?”

At that, and the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, the ones telling her he was teasing her, she out and out laughed, feeling much of tension drain away. “Yes.”

His hands went to her hips, pulling her closer, and she stared into his face, feeling so at home in his house that she found herself hesitating, not for the first time that day, and wishing she had a script for what came next.

“You’re thinking again,” he murmured.

“Yeah.”

He leaned back against the front door, unexpectedly giving her space. Space she thought she’d wanted, but found she didn’t want at all. “I really did intend to stomp all over your heart, you know. When I first saw you again, I wanted to hurt you the way you’d hurt me. But then we kissed.”