Page 22 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

Chapter 8

Aiden knew it was timeto leave. The rain hadn’t let up, but the crackle of attraction between him and Felicity was growing, and he needed to get out of there before he lost all his senses and kissed her. He deleted the photo off her camera then handed it back to her, trying to suppress his smile. “Here you go.”

“Too bad. I could have had fun with that photo. My girls on Facebook would have loved to see it.”

“Over my dead body.”

He crossed the room and pulled on his T-shirt. It wasn’t completely dry, but he had to get out of there.

A loud crash sounded as a long piece of debris broke through the kitchen window. Felicity screamed. He ran to her as the lights flickered and went out. She sucked in a breath.

“It’s okay,” he said, pulling her close. “I’ll fix the window.” She shuddered in his arms as the wind howled and the kitchen curtains flew around in a crazy dance.

“It’s not a tornado. We’re safe here.” He rubbed her back and she laid her head on his chest. It felt good to hold her again. Like she belonged in his arms. His throat swelled as he pressed his cheek to the top of her head. She seemed to calm down as he hugged her to him.

Aiden pushed back the urge to run his fingers down her cheek. He had to get a hold of himself. He was not Felicity’s boyfriend. They were barely even friends anymore. And that’s the way it should be.

“You okay?” His voice came out raspy and he cleared his throat.

Felicity nodded and backed away from him.

“I’m going to look at the damage.”

“Okay.”

He crossed the room and walked into the kitchen. The flashes of light from outside didn’t offer enough, so he took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight. Broken glass was scattered over the counter and the tile floor. Rain water came in the broken window. He picked his way toward the sink and opened the cupboard. A box of garbage bags was stuffed near the back. He pulled one out and started picking up glass.

“I think I saw a broom in the closet,” Felicity said. She crossed the room and pulled one out. Then she swept while he continued to put the large pieces into his garbage bag.

“You’re handling this well.”

Felicity smirked. “Inside I’m freaking out a bit that this place doesn’t have a basement.”

“We don’t get tornadoes here. Only hurricanes.”

She laughed. “That makes me feel much better.”

“Actually, Belize hasn’t had a direct hit from a hurricane in many years. The people here say it’s because they pray them away.”

“I didn’t realize the people were religious.”

Aiden dropped another piece of glass in his garbage sack and it make a clinking sound. “Yes. Very.”

She swept for another few minutes then picked up the dustbin and Aiden held open the trash bag so she could dump it. “I think that’s all the glass.”

Aiden grabbed the duct tape and another garbage bag. “I’ll tape up the window.”

Felicity opened the closet and stored the broom inside. “Whatever happened to those headaches Grams would get? Does she still have them?”

Aiden shook his head. “You know, I haven’t heard her complain about a headache in a long time. The doctor said they were probably migraines but couldn’t offer up any solution other than medicine, and you know how stubborn Grams is about that. She refused to go on any pills.”

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