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crossed
his arms. At his uncle’s deadpan expression Aiden realized a moment
too late he’d loaded that last line with too much b.s.
    "And this arrest has nothing to do with the
crappy mood you’ve been in all morning?"
    If Aiden paused, his uncle would think he was
lying. If he answered with absolute certainty, his uncle would
think he was lying. He couldn’t win, so he settled on, "I wouldn’t
be making an arrest to brighten my mood."
    "Is Megan going to be a problem?"
    She was never the problem. For Aiden she was
his solution and that was the problem. He’d planned out his life
with her in it, and when she left, so did that ideal. He’d settled
down to a satisfying career. He avoided serious relationships and
kept things simple.
    The way he lived proved he was fine. He was
over her. He was man enough to admit the thought of her still tied
him in knots. And maybe he was a little angry at how easily she’d
waltzed back into his life. He rolled his shoulders and could feel
Reggie’s glare through the backseat window.
    "Are you with me on this arrest or not?" He
replied without answering Shep’s question. People who held torches
for twelve years were likely to get burned.
    Shep sighed. "I’m going to get hell for
this."
    The tension keeping his stomach tight
loosened, but he knew he hadn’t fooled his uncle. Shep just wasn’t
ready to dive into those piranha-infested waters. Aiden went with
the silent omission. "You are the Chief."
    Shep turned to see half of the occupants of
Tessa’s standing at the door. "Dammit."
    For some reason the epithet made Aiden feel
so much better.

Chapter 4
     
    Megan closed the door to her old bedroom
before dialing The Boutique’s private line and sank onto the bed as
the phone rang. At Lynne’s upbeat greeting, Megan collapsed
backward into the welter of pink pillows. "Is everything okay
there?"
    "Well, hello to you, too."
    "Lynne."
    "Everything is fine. The place hasn’t burned
down, and no one’s quit. I’d say it’s been a good day. Mrs. Nelson
came by and bought a crapload of sweaters. I unpacked another box
of those bad boys. She might come back with friends. What else? Oh,
UPS guy came by to flirt with you and got me. He left slightly
disappointed. Other than that, nothing. How are things on your
end?"
    Megan stopped herself from asking more
questions. Lynne was competent to handle anything, and if something
was out of her range of knowledge she wasn’t the type to hesitate
about calling. Megan sucked in a breath, reminding herself she was
technically on vacation. A very long arduous vacation, but a
vacation, nonetheless. "I’ve decided to be nice to the woman who
birthed me."
    "Oh, she’s back to that?"
    "After today she is. I agreed to be her
maiden of honor. Bad idea. She made me try on every dress in the
tri-state area. I want to know who invented pastels?"
    "LSD," Lynne said dryly.
    "I mean, really, that stuff is toxic to any
skin tone. Finally I talked her into this chic mauve dress."
    "Hmm," Lynne said in a thought tone. "You
sound excited about this. One would start to think your mother
isn’t so bad for you."
    Megan sat up, realizing the tone of her own
voice. It did sound optimistic. She did not come home to get a
personality transplant. She had better watch herself. "I’m still
waiting to see what the catch is. My mother isn’t going to hand
over the house to me without looking back or making sure she still
has a hand in how I’m going to deal with it."
    "You’re not going to take this at face value,
are you?"
    "What do you mean?" Megan kicked off her
shoes and considered changing before dinner.
    "That your mom wanted you there, and that she
wants you to have the house, and the only way she could have both
was to convince you to stay for the wedding."
    Feeling smothered, Megan pushed the pillows
to the end of the bed. "I’m cynical, and that’s why you love
me."
    "True." Defeat filled Lynne’s sigh. "How’s
Aiden?"
    Megan closed her eyes, seeing