“But maybe I need the protection.” Ava swallowed as his eyes glinted at her.
Aiden steadied a hand under her chin, tilting her head up to face him. “I have to be honest. I don’t give a damn about Henry. I don’t know the man. But I don’t like the idea of something happening to you.”
“And why is that?” She couldn’t breathe. His mere presence had captured all the oxygen in the room.
“Call me crazy, but I’ve got a weakness for a damsel in distress.” There was a hint of a smile in his eyes as his thumb brushed over her lips.
“Who are you?” she whispered.
He took a step back; his hand dropped. “I own the pub, you know.”
“And before that?”
He opened his mouth for a brief moment before snapping it closed. “You should get some rest. We’ll brainstorm a plan in the morning.”
She looked down at the bed and back at Aiden. “Um.”
“No worries, love. I’ve got the couch.”
The hideous blue couch beneath the window didn’t look comfortable at all, but she didn’t argue, because she knew she’d never be able to sleep if they shared the same bed. “I wish I had some clothes.” She pressed her hand against the side of her jeans. Her thighs ached from being constricted all day.
Her eyes widened as Aiden removed his white T-shirt from over his head.
“It’s long enough to cover your arse. And more comfortable than your jeans, I’m sure.”
Ava’s gaze was glued to his hard, rippling flesh, no matter how much she knew she should look away. The memory of his body, fighting at the gym, flashed into her mind, and she finally pulled her eyes up to meet his. Without realizing it, her fingers reached to touch the scar on his brow. “Is that from boxing?”
His hand caught her wrist and he removed her touch. “Something like that. Now get some shut eye.”
“What will you sleep in?” she asked before heading to the bathroom to change. He’d already seen her in her “knickers,” as he would call them, but that didn’t mean she was going to parade around nude.
“Boxers, if that’s okay? But I’ll wait ’til the lights are out to drop my pants.”
She turned around to find a smirk on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes; no doubt connected to a mischievous thought. “I think it’s only fair that I get to see you undressed, since you’ve seen me basically naked.” Where had that come from? Had her twin sister just leaped inside her head and taken control?
“I don’t exactly play fair.” Aiden quirked an eyebrow.
A genuine smile on her own lips caught her off guard. And then she shut the bathroom door.
Brittney Sahin began writing at an early age, with the dream to be a published author before the age of 18. Although academic pursuits (and, later, a teaching career) interrupted her aspirations, she never stopped writing–never stopped imagining.
It wasn’t until her students encouraged her to follow her dreams that Brittney said goodbye to Upstate New York in order to start a new adventure in the place she was raised: Charlotte, North Carolina. Here, she decided to take her students’ advice and begin to write again.
In 2015, she published her first novel, Silenced Memories. When she is not working on upcoming novels, she spends time with her family. She is a proud mother of a spunky toddler and a lover of suspense novels, coffee, and the outdoors.