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Ishook my leg viciously as my eyes flickered between the television and the phone lying on the coffee table.
“Elena stole my prom dress!” Caroline snapped on the television as my favorite show played, and I shoveled a handful of popcorn in my mouth. I’d needed a distraction while I’d waited for Aidan to fill me in on his rather cryptic message.
At first I’d considered ignoring it when his name showed up, but the first line had captured my attention.
Found killers. Talk Later.
What killers?
Did he mean my parents? I didn’t dare hope…
The feisty blonde on the TV begged the villain for a new dress from his storage boxes, and he just looked at her like she was the most important thing in the world.
So cute.
I reached for the remote to turn up the volume so I could drown out the sound of my mind buzzing, but as I did, the intercom rang.
I pressed pause and kicked off the blanket from over my knees, jogging across to the door as it buzzed relentlessly.
“Ringing once is more than sufficient,” I growled. I knew it was him, but I hadn’t expected him to turn up here.
“Let me in.” His voice was low and rough like he’d been chain smoking.
“Aidan?” I frowned… he didn’t sound himself. Usually he’d be giving me shit…
“Cait. Let. Me. In,” he demanded, his voice getting closer to the microphone. “I need to talk to you.”
I should have hung up. I should have double bolted the door. But curiosity got the better of me and I did the complete opposite and buzzed him in.
If he’d discovered the identities of my parent’s killers, I needed to know. I needed closure on that part of my life. Perhaps if I could finally lay my parents memory to rest, I could close the door on my feelings for Aidan as well.
The few seconds between pressing the button and hearing the knock on the door seemed to take a lifetime. My heart thudded painfully as blood rushed in my ears…
I had no idea how to prepare for this.
I pulled open the door to see him leaning on the doorframe, his face creased with worry lines.
Aidan never has lines.
He was always so in control… even when his mother died, he never let it show on his face.
Something bad had happened.
His eyes lifted, dazzling me, and then he barged through the door to grip my face.
I didn’t even have time to take a breath.
His lips collided with mine like a car crash. It was violent. Messy. Exactly like the first time we kissed. Heat flashed through me and I gasped like I’d just been brought back from the dead.
What the hell?
“Aidan, what are you doing?” I struggled out of his hold and pushed him back, reaching up to touch my stinging lips. “You can’t just go around kissing people!”
His malachite eyes were wild and flashing with something I couldn’t decipher.
“I need to talk to you, Cait.” He started pacing the living room, his breathing frantic. What the hell was wrong with him?
Why would he kiss me?!
