See Megan Run by Melissa Blue

mother saw his way as giving up. Aiden disagreed.
    He looked out the window to his neighborhood,
hoping it’d help him forget how dumb he was. His mother shifted
beside him, and he finally answered her question. "My life doesn’t
revolve around Megan, so it’s not about her." Unfortunately, only a
good portion revolved around Megan.
    "So you walking home at seven o’clock at
night, not far from the Hazley estate, I might add, has nothing to
do with Megan?"
    Aiden decided a sign would get his point
across. He’d wear it around his neck— I’m over her —in case
some of the friendly members of the city wanted to ask about the
state of his mind. Aiden sighed when his mother stopped the car in
front of his house. "I’ve had a long day." And lost my mind at the
very end of it.
    His mother reached over and turned his face
to hers. The brown eyes he’d inherited from her studied his face.
They were filled with worry. "Just tell me you’re going to be
okay?"
    He placed his hand over hers. "I’ll be
fine."
    At least this time he’d be prepared when
Megan walked away. There wouldn’t be any of his hopes to be backed
over with a Mack truck on her way out of the city limits.
    The worry stayed in his mother’s eyes, but
she smiled. "That’s a better lie. I think I’m going to go have
dinner with my brother."
    Aiden made a mental note to turn off his
phone when he got inside. "Have seconds for me."
    He leaned over and kissed her cheek. The skin
had softened with time, but she was still beautiful and single. He
wondered for a moment if her understanding of how he felt went past
a mother’s intuition. "I’ll see you later."
    Aiden stood on the curb and watched her car
until he couldn’t see it any more. Then he went into the house and
turned off his phone.

Chapter 6
     
    "What? Why would I know where Aiden is?"
    Megan had to cool it or they’d smell the
pheromones on her. Jane’s hand paused, one suspicious brow raised
as she set the plate in front of Megan. From experience Megan knew
Jane of all people could smell the thought of sex at fifty
paces.
    "Thank you," Megan said pointedly, lifting
her fork, trying for cool and knowing she was failing.
    Nicole cleared her throat. "I sent him to go
get you for dinner."
    Megan stuffed her mouth to prevent the white
lie of not seeing him, because in truth she hadn’t. She had felt
him, tasted him, smelled him, but at some point her vision had
blurred.  Don’t dwell on it, you idiot . She shrugged as
if to answer.
    It would never happen again.
    It could never happen again.
    Jane made a noncommittal noise when the
doorbell rang, while a part of Megan prayed Aiden had come back and
the other part knew she’d choke on her food if her thoughts kept
going down the road they wanted to. The side that had gone without
sex for—how long? She couldn’t recall—was the side craving the feel
of Aiden’s sweat-soaked body against hers, wanting to know how much
of a man he’d grown into. Aiden was her ex, but the kiss had been
so good. Heat rushed to her face. She did not want to have sex with
him. Well…she did, but wouldn’t. No matter how hot and right he’d
feel against her. Megan reached for the glass of water to help the
chicken down her parched throat. A good thing she’d already
swallowed when the guest walked in.
    "Coiffed" was the first word that came to
mind, followed by "regal," shortly followed by "terrifying."
Aiden’s mother stood in the arch of the doorway. Her ebony skin had
softened, but her eyes, Aiden’s eyes, stared Megan down. Megan
finished her glass of water, wishing for something stronger. If she
couldn’t have whiskey, she’d take Chardonnay.
    Nicole stood, and the royal blue peasant
skirt swished as she went to give Jocelyn a hug. They exchanged
pleasantries. Megan watched in surprise at the genuine smiles on
both women’s faces.
    "Hey, baby sis," Shep said.
    Nicole pulled out a chair for Jocelyn and
then returned to her own. Of course the mother