Mistletoe Magic (A Holiday Romance Novel Book 2) Page 12

  Stretching like a cat, her arms reached high. Her first clue that she was alone was the empty air her hand hit instead of a warm body. Opening her eyes, she took a peek to the right where Aiden had been lying before she closed her eyes last night. Empty.

  Her eyes glided to the floor looking for his clothes. Empty.

  Bolting upright, she walked around her house naked searching for him. Empty.

  He left without a word goodbye. Just to be safe, even though she knew he wouldn’t be hiding in a closet or something, she peeked out the window to see if his car sat in the driveway. Empty.

  He really left.

  Last night had been amazing. Beyond amazing. She’d had sex before. Those few times had been tame compared to what Aiden showed her. He only had the one condom, so creativity had been called for. They enjoyed a shower, playing, washing each other as if they’d been doing it for years. When they stepped out, warm and sated from not only the steam filling the bathroom but the heat building between them, he carried her back to the bedroom and proceeded to kiss and touch her everywhere. She swore she could still feel his lips lingering on parts of her body. He didn’t miss a spot.

  Of course, she wanted to have fun, touching and caressing and kissing him in spots she’d never done with a man before. At first she worried she was doing it all wrong, but by the moans and soft growls that left his mouth, she did it all perfect.

  Perfection.

  Yeah, he said that a few times last night. Oh, so right. Every moment had been pure perfection. So why did he leave without saying goodbye?

  Trying not to worry about that particular question, she took a shower and almost slipped on the bathroom floor when she saw the huge hickey on her shoulder after she wiped the steam from the mirror.

  She brushed a finger across it, igniting the memory when they made love and how his mouth had attached to her. He branded her. Marked her.

  She smiled at the thought. When she walked into her room to dress for work, eyeing the empty bed, those worrying thoughts rolled back in. Why did he leave?

  The day dragged by. Work was work. Busy for the breakfast rush, slow waiting for lunch, and busy again when lunch finally arrived. She couldn’t resist glancing at the clock as it slowly ticked to two o’clock. Bonzo kept asking her if she was alright. Maybe he saw her nervous energy. Not once did she receive a call from Aiden, or a visit. Although, he never visited her before his shift. But last night…

  She just wanted to see him. To know they were…what? A couple? Going to see each other again? Well, of course, they were. He invited her over for Christmas. They had to help decorate for the annual Christmas party on Friday. She’d see him again. Maybe even tonight.

  When two o’clock came and went, she started to worry. Then three o’clock came and went. By four, she knew something was wrong. Why didn’t he come in for his coffee? He always came in.

  Last night was amazing. Perfection, something he said himself. Why was he ignoring her?

  She nearly jumped when the bell above the door rang with merry. She steeled her features as she turned around to see who stepped in.

  Chief Duncan.

  That’s not who she wanted to walk in. At all.

  “Hi, Theresa. I’ll have a wonderful cup of coffee.”

  “You know it’s not wonderful. I don’t know why you all pretend with me.” She poured him a cup, instantly hating herself for snapping at the chief like that. So what if Aiden didn’t come in for his coffee. So what if he left without a goodbye. It didn’t mean she should take out her frustrations with other people.

  She set the coffee on the counter and glanced at the chief, disliking the concern in his eyes.

  “Everything okay, Theresa?”

  “I’m fine.”

  He looked like he wanted to say more. Instead, he smiled, paid for his coffee, and left.

  As she walked home, the blistering cold barely registered. She could only think one thing. She was nothing more than a silly conquest for Aiden. Boy, did she give in easily.

  Damn him. And damn her for falling so easily into his arms.

  Chapter 12

  Aiden took a deep breath before he knocked on the chief’s door. He hated being called to his office. In fact, he couldn’t ever recall being summoned to the office. Maybe that’s why he was panicking inside like a high school student being sent to the principal’s office.

  “Come on in, Aiden. Have a seat. Close the door, please.”

  He backtracked to close the door, detesting the visit more and more. Why did he have to close the door? That just tipped the scale from slightly worrisome to downright panicky. It signified he wanted privacy. He didn’t want anyone else to hear what he had to say.

  What did he have to say? He wasn’t sure he wanted to know as he took a seat in one of the two plush chairs in front of his desk.

  His life had become complete shit. He was almost afraid it was worse than when he lost Cynthia. Losing Theresa seemed ten times, no, a hundred times worse. She—

  Was not his concern. He needed to remember that.

  “What’s up, Chief?”

  Chief Duncan sat in his chair, no decent expression for him to decipher. He couldn’t stand the silence. Silence made him think, and thinking was bad. The past few days all he did was think. He hated every minute of it. Now he hated every second. The chief called him into the office for a reason. He wanted to know the reason and move on.

  “Is everything okay?”

  He swallowed hard. “I’m fine.”

  “You know who else said that to me a few days ago.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “Theresa.” His eyes narrowed. “I didn’t believe her. And I don’t believe you either.”

  It took every ounce of his control and strength not to stand up and walk out. If he did that he’d most likely lose his job, because he didn’t think he’d have the courage to walk back in. He loved his job too much to lose it.

  But he couldn’t—didn’t—want to talk about Theresa. He didn’t want to hear how she wasn’t fine. Because he’s the one who did that. He made her not fine.

  He chose not to say anything as Chief Duncan stared at him hard. The chief was easy going. He’d never seen this look from him before. It sort of scared him. Maybe he would be losing his job today. Wait. Could he lose his job for breaking Theresa’s heart?

  Did he even break her heart?

  Well, that was a dumb question. Of course he did. He broke his own heart. That night…was everything. He had never felt anything so powerful before. If he felt it, then she had to have, too.

  “What happened between you and Theresa?”

  “I’m not sure what—”

  “Don’t bullshit me, Aiden.” The muscle in his cheek started to twitch. “Everything is not okay.” He paused. “And it hasn’t been for a long time. You were back to work pretty quickly after Cynthia died—”

  “I’m not talking about her.” He stood up.

  Surprisingly, the chief stood up as well, his expression still hard and foreboding. “Sit. Down. You’re going to talk. If not with me, then somebody else. You need to talk about it. I should’ve never let you come back to work as quickly as you did. I’ve never had a problem with you on the job, but clearly, your personal life isn’t doing so great and that can transfer to the job.”

  Aiden glared back. He didn’t want to sit. He didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want to do a damn thing but run.

  “Sit down.” The expression on the chief’s face softened. “I’ve been in the diner every day this week, and every day Theresa looks worse. Just tell me what happened. Because, as I look at you, I can see you’re not doing any better. Please, Aiden, talk to me.”

  He tried to gulp in a breath of air, yet afraid to breathe for fear the panic would take over. He sank into the chair and shoved his head between his legs as a panic attack threatened to overwhelm him. His chest constricted as he tried to gulp in a breath of air. Trying to concentrate on that simple task for several long seco
nds, he could feel his body start to relax in slow increments.

  Minutes might’ve passed. Maybe seconds. All he knew was when he lifted his head, Chief Duncan looked at him with compassion and understanding. He didn’t want any of that. He didn’t want anything but—

  “You asked for the day off on Sunday. I was happy that you were finally taking some time for yourself. To have some fun for once. Did something go wrong?”

  Well, if he wanted to call having the best sex of his life and falling in love with a woman who made him want to smile all the time wrong, then yeah, something went wrong.

  “You never want to talk…about her. Letting the pain out can help. You can be happy. Lynn lost Laura’s father at a young age. She still managed to let me love her. It’s possible, Aiden. Why are you letting your pain hurt you? Because that’s what I think you’re doing.”

  He couldn’t deny any of that. He didn’t know the complete story behind the death of Laura’s father, but he didn’t think it could compare to his. Nothing could. Not in his eyes.

  “You can ignore me all you want. If it makes you feel better, fine. Don’t talk to me.” His eyes turned stern. “But stay away from Theresa.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “And what right do you have to say that to me, Chief? Did she get a restraining order against me? Is that why we’re sitting here?”

  The chief’s eyes shimmered with relief. “No, she didn’t.” A chuckle escaped. “Finally, I managed to get you to say something. What does that say? You don’t like the idea of never seeing her again.”

  Sighing heavily, he shook his head. “You wouldn’t understand.”

  “Try me.” Chief Duncan leaned forward in his chair. “Theresa’s a sweet woman. I hate to see her unhappy as I have. I know you’re a good guy. I’ve hated seeing you so unhappy since Cynthia—” He held his hand up to halt any abrupt departure from him, which he thought of doing. “I’m sorry you lost someone you loved dearly. It’s never easy. And it’s not easy trying it again. I just want to help you.”

  “I…” He hung his head. The words wouldn’t come. He couldn’t admit what he did. Not to the chief. Not to anyone.

  “You deserve to be happy again, Aiden.”

  His head shot up. “I don’t deserve shit!”

  Chief Duncan’s brows puckered in confusion. “Why would you say that? You’re not walking out of this office without explaining yourself. I’m concerned about you. That comment. That just makes me more worried.”

  “I…” His breathing became heavy as the words got stuck in his throat again. Just say it! Spit it out! His mouth opened and closed several times, yet nothing left. “I…it’s my fault.”

  The pain in his chest receded just a touch. He felt a little lighter just voicing those three simple words.

  Although, the chief still looked confused. “What is?”

  “The…accident.” He could do it. “I killed Cynthia.”

  Done.

  He said it.

  He finally confessed to his horrible crime. And to the chief of police, no less. What the hell did he just do?

  Instead of anger and hate and disgust, all he saw on the chief’s face was even more confusion. Why wasn’t he standing up and demanding he turn around and put his hands behind his back? He killed the woman he was supposed to love. He just confessed.

  “Aiden…she died in a car accident. That wasn’t your fault.”

  Leaning toward the desk, he grasped the edge, his fingers digging in hard. “I killed her.” Now that he finally admitted to his transgressions, he couldn’t stop saying it. Each time he said it, the darkness ebbed away a little more. “I put her in that car and she died.”

  “It was raining that night. Her car lost control and she hit a tree. So unless you tampered with the car somehow, I still don’t know why you believe you killed her.”

  “She…” His head dropped again, unable to look the chief in the eyes as he said it. “I broke our engagement that night. I told her I didn’t love her anymore and that I wanted to call off the wedding. She left the house upset, crying. She wasn’t in the right state of mind to be driving.” He lifted his head. “So, yeah, I put her in that car and I killed her.”

  The chief’s expression softened to sympathy. Thank God, it wasn’t pity, because he couldn’t bear to see that. “She made the choice to leave that night, did she not?”

  He shook his head in agreement.

  “Did you try to stop her?”

  He nodded again. “She started throwing stuff. Yelling at me. She ran out of the house and got into her car before I could stop her. I didn’t mean to hurt her. I didn’t want to hurt her. But I wasn’t happy. I was so damn miserable I couldn’t take it anymore.” He sat back, shoving his hands across his face before dropping them to his lap. “About thirty minutes later, Bentley called me. He arrived first to the scene and saw the car in flames. I guess he panicked. He needed to know if I was in there before he stepped near the vehicle. When you showed up to my house, aware that Bentley called, you saw the mess.”

  “I did. I just assumed…”

  “Yeah, I let you assume I destroyed the house from the news. She did that, Chief, before she stormed out of the house.” He let out a heavy sigh. “She could be the sweetest woman in the world, and in the next breath, a raging bitch. I couldn’t take her moods anymore. She loved to control my life. I just couldn’t take it. I didn’t want to feel unhappy anymore. I didn’t want to pretend I loved her when I didn’t.”

  “Listen to me closely, Aiden. You did not kill her. She made her own choices that night. You can’t keep blaming yourself for something that was out of your control.”

  “I can’t help it.”

  Chief Duncan smiled. Aiden had no idea how he could even smile after what he just confessed.

  “It’s Thursday. You’re only working because O’Connor worked Sunday for you. Not anymore. Take the day off.”

  “I don’t want—”

  “Take time to think about everything.”

  “I hate thinki—”

  “Try to let it sink in you didn’t cause her death and that you didn’t do anything wrong.” The smile on his face grew, as if he didn’t hear a damn thing he tried to say. “I heard you volunteered to help with the decorating committee.” The laughter in his eyes said he knew exactly what happened there. “So take tomorrow off as well.”

  “I don’t want—”

  “I also want you to take the weekend off. I don’t want you back to work until Monday.”

  “But—”

  “In fact, I want to see you in my office on Monday before your shift. We’ll talk more then.”

  “Chief, I don—”

  “I think you should take this time to enjoy yourself. To let it sink in you deserve happiness. I think you should start by talking to Theresa. She’s miserable. You want to know how I know this. She made a good pot of coffee today. Absolutely delicious. I knew then, something was bothering her. She never makes a good pot of coffee.”

  What could he say to that? Nothing. Because the chief interrupted every time he tried to say something.

  “I don’t believe you.”

  Chief Duncan flashed him the brightest smile of the day. “Go see for yourself.”

  Chapter 13

  Aiden decided not to change out of his uniform before walking to the diner. The entire trek, although it wasn’t even a block away from the precinct, felt like a million miles.

  He was a jackass. A jerk. Hell, call him a loser.

  What kind of man sleeps with a woman and doesn’t call her the next day? Well, he figured quite a few might do that. But him? Unforgivable. Especially the magic they created together.

  When he woke up to see her sleeping, so peaceful, so delicate and beautiful, it scared the living daylights out of him. He scrambled out of the bed so fast he was afraid he woke her up. When he realized his jerky movements did nothing but make her shift a little in her sleep, he hightailed it out of her house so fast, he didn’t stop to
think about what he was doing. When he reached his house, he knew he reacted wrong. His nerves overshadowed his strength to go back there. Or to even call her.

  The terror to approach her as he stood outside the diner door was still swamping his veins. He had no idea what to say. Should he just blurt out he loved her? Apologize? Ask her to go out to dinner with him? Perhaps all three would be best. If he even managed to get a simple hello out of his mouth, he’d call it a success.

  He knew he didn’t deserve her forgiveness. Keeping his distance from her, without calling or visiting her in the diner, was the wrong move. It was insensitive and unworthy of forgiveness, regardless of his reasons.

  He yanked the door open and stepped inside. His eyes glided to her immediately at the opposite end of the diner helping a couple who were most likely passing through town since he didn’t recognize them. As a cop, he could identify the residents of Mulberry easily, but it was a small town. Almost everyone knew each other.

  As he took a seat at the counter to wait for her, not taking his eyes off her, he hated the fact the town was so damn small. That everyone knew everyone. People loved to get in each other’s business. He couldn’t deny that had been one of the reasons he took so long to break the engagement. He knew the high standard most of the town held him in. He didn’t want to disappoint anyone. In the town’s eyes, him and Cynthia were the perfect couple. He didn’t want to break that illusion and have people look at him with disgust for breaking that perfection.

  Now, they just looked at him with pity. Poor Aiden who lost his fiancé so tragically.

  If they only knew why she was driving in the pouring rain that night. Because of him. Because of what he did. Because of what he said.

  His words had been hurtful, but truthful. He let all his pain and suffering out that night. The way he disliked her dictating every aspect of their life. Even him on his daily functions, like taking a damn piss. She didn’t find that funny when he said those exact words. But it was true. That’s how he felt. That she even controlled him in such a simple manner.