Chapter 12
After three hours of shopping Reagan’s feet were throbbing. She and Lucas sat on the patio of a quaint and colorful little coffee shop and bakery called Confiserie Beschle an der Aeshenvorstadt. She had no idea how to pronounce all of it, but her espresso was perfect and their pastries would be worth the extra work out.
“So have you given any more thought to my idea about Aiden?”
Lucas took a sip of his coffee before he sat it down and looked at her thoughtfully. She knew that he had thought about it but he just wasn’t sure about it. He’d expressed his concerns that since Aiden was such a sick son of a b***h, it might backfire on them. “Have you considered the fact that the sick bastard will probably get off on it?”
“I have,” she sighed. “Especially since Aiden was the one t
