But when Aiden meets us in the Jacks or Better parking lot, it makes me wish I had about five and half more minutes. He walks toward me with loose, graceful strides and I have to remind myself not to stare. It’s hard though. I may be off relationships and this may only be a contractual thing, but the man is almost beautiful. His face is like something out of an Italian painting, but the way he moves is unmistakably male and predatory. It makes everything in me warm.
“Aiden!” Bridget shrieks. She hurls herself out of the Bronco and tackle hugs him. He hugs her back and then swings her into the air, her tiny feet arcing toward the sky.
“Bridget!”
“Parker’s going to give us a riding lesson tomorrow!”
Aiden looks at me from over her head, eyes intent with curiosity. “Libby had to reschedul
