Leda Harper was hands down the most frustrating woman he had ever met. Aidan leaned against the far wall of the auditorium and watched her add cookies to a sheet on one of the tables. Apparently the hospice she worked at was not the only one like it in the state. And all of them were here today participating in the bake sale. This is not a good place for me to be, Aidan thought, frowning. He'd been staying as far away as possible, in the shadow of the wall, so no one could see him and recognize him.
It was really amazing how much could change in such a short time. When he'd begun this charade his goal had been to humiliate Leda as much as she had humiliated him. That was no longer Aidan's goal. I can't spent the rest of my life pretending to have amnesia, though, he thought, frowning. I've got to find a way to make sure she won't hate me when I finally have to tell her. And he was going to have to tell her soon. He wanted her, wanted her in a way he'd never before wanted another woman.
Aidan shifted against the wall, feeling restless. Just watching, not being able to participate, was really chafing at him. When he was helping out Leda would watch him, thinking he didn't realize. The look in her eyes warmed him straight down to his toes. She wasn't looking at Aidan Kirkland, son of Earl Kirkland, a big, rich businessman. Leda saw him as just Aidan, a co-worker and companion. No woman had ever just liked him.
It had seemed as though his scheme might backfire on him. In a way, it had. But it will work to my advantage in the end, Aidan thought, licking his lips as he watched Leda brush a strand of hair away from her face. When he'd first begun this his intent had been to humiliate her, and amnesia had seemed like the perfect guise. And it was perfect...perfect for seducing her and making her his.
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Leda usually loved the bake sale almost as much as the Valentine's Day party. Today, however, she found she couldn't enjoy it as much. This morning, when Aidan had asked her if it would be wise f
