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Chapter 19

Aiden watched Felicitydisappear into the shadows by her villa. He hadn’t been certain, but it seemed like she’d gotten into the kiss. Certainly he’d been affected more than he’d expected. His lips still felt the tingles she’d left behind.

Brittany tapped the headrest in front of her. “Can you let me out?”

He was going to drive her closer to her villa, but it might be better if he let her walk. The less time spent with Brittany, the better. “Sure.”

He pulled the lever and the seat bent forward. Brittany crawled out of the cramped space. She adjusted her shirt then turned to him. Her gaze swept over him. “Thanks.”

“Have a good evening.”

Instead of turning away, she took a step toward him. Aiden stumbled, trying to get away from her. She reached out and grabbed his arm. “Hey, what’s gotten into you?”

“Look, I don’t want to tell you again. I’m with Felicity.”

She dropped her hand. “I know. That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

What in the world? Was she insane? “Uh, yes it does. That’s exactly what it means. You can’t kiss me. We can’t have a relationship. We can’t be anything.” He motioned between them. “We never were anything.”

Brittany blinked, and it suddenly looked like she was going to cry.

Aiden backed up even more. She was the devil. How else could she cry on demand like that? “Don’t think your tears are going to make me change my mind.”

“I’m sorry.” She bowed her head and wiped at her cheeks. “You’re right. I should go.”

Brittany grabbed her shoulder bag and turned. She walked quickly away down the path toward the villas. Aiden rubbed the back of his neck. That was too easy, wasn’t it? He could have sworn she was about to cry and fuss, making him console her. Instead, she ran away.

He shrugged and walked around to the passenger side of the car. Whatever. Brittany was confusing, that was for sure. Who knew what really was going on inside her head? At least she was gone now. He’d take the peace and quiet.

He drove home and parked his car in the garage. When he got inside the kitchen, Grams fluttered up to him, the arms on her floral outfit hanging so low, they looked like wings. “How did today go?”

“Fine.”

She made a face. “That’s all you got for me? Fine?”

He reached out to pick up a snickerdoodle cookie, but Grams slapped his hand back. “These are for Felicity.”

“The whole batch? What are you trying to do? Put her in a diabetic coma?”

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