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“I’ll find out about psychologists in Bozeman,” Annie was saying as she and Mitch left Vivian’s room.
“We could always sit down and tell Carol Bingley everything.” Mitch chuckled.
“Get the name of a psychologist!” Vivian called out after them.
Talking about her feelings wasn’t something she wanted to do, but Annie was right, they had to try and deal with their bad memories at some point.
She couldn’t help a smile. It would also be infinitely better, though, than talking to Carol Bingley.
*
By two o’clock,Aiden gave up any hope of sleeping. His overactive brain refused to shut down.
He got up and began pacing. Maybe telling Vivian about his internet search while they were at the lake hadn’t been a good idea. In hindsight, he realized he should’ve taken her to dinner before he told her, shared something about himself as Aunt Janice had suggested. Then he would’ve had the chance to explain to her why he’d done it. Because…
Stopping in his tracks, he rubbed his neck. Why exactly had he felt the need to find out more about her? She fascinated him? He hadn’t been able to sleep ever since she’d opened the curtains in the ER? He thought she was beautiful, inside out? He wanted to touch her and kiss her and make love to her…
Whoa. Cussing under his breath, he picked up his laptop and settled back on his bed. Where did making love come from? Having sex was what he did on a regular basis, although it had been a while. “Making love” wasn’t an expression he’d ever used before. “Having sex” sounded infinitely less complicated.
Opening his laptop, he went straight to the search engine. Minutes later, he stared at the screen. He had been going to do another search on Vivian’s name, but what he had in front of him were links to websites where he could establish the difference between making love and having sex.
Apparently, he wasn’t the only one looking for an answer to this question. Some blogs had columns, others asked questions, like, were feelings involved? Was it a one-off? Was it exclusive? Were you taking your time? Did you let your guard down? Did you feel emotionally fulfilled? Did you sayI love you?
At least one thing was clear at this point—having sex was what he did. He’d never before made love to anyone. Would it be different with the lovely Doctor Vivian Miller?
Rubbing his face, he swore. Seriously, enough of this. He wanted to understand what had happened to the lovely doctor, not make love to her. Vivid images of Vivian’s long hair spread out over his pillow filled his mind within milliseconds. What the hell?
Trying to shut down his wayward thoughts, he tried to focus and entered her name in the search engine.
By the time morning rolled by, he was bleary-eyed. Smelling coffee, he walked to the kitchen. Aunt Janice was already up and dressed, this time sporting huge, silver earrings with a shocking-pink shirt.
“You’re up early.” He gave her a hug.
“Sorry I was so late back home last night.”
Aiden grinned as he poured himself a mug of coffee. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not a guest; I’m your godson and your nephew.”
“Enjoyed your time with the Millers yesterday? Did you go skating at the lake?”
“Yes, we did. I had a nice time, thanks.”
She cocked her head. “What happened?”
Aiden pulled out a chair and sat down. “What do you mean?”
“Something happened. It’s as clear as daylight. You forget I know you.”
“Have you spoken to Annie?”
“No, it’s written all over your face.”
“That Irish thing?” he grinned.
“Come on, spill.”
“Vivian is angry with me.”
“Still? Or again?”
