Aidan grinned at Gabi when she appeared in the bar area. Christ, it was good to see her, and not just because she was in yet another of Kenleigh’s hot little numbers. A skirt tonight, tight but not too short, and a blouse casually knotted under her breasts. He took in her taut midriff, shapely calves, and that incredibly sexy lower back. He swallowed, tried to keep his d**k under control. It wasn’t easy.
“Aidan!” God, he loved how she said his name. Gabi had moved to the U.S. when she was eight, she’d told him once, so she’d been there for most of her life and her English was perfect. Still, she had a faint accent; just enough to make his name sound like music in her mouth.
“Hi,” he said gruffly. “You doing OK?”
“Me?” Her dark eyes widened. “Are you OK after last night?”
“Hell, yeah,
