The Sweet Spot (Sweet And Spicy) by Mary Eason Page B

And that realization kept her awake for the rest of the night.
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    Two weeks. He’d just survived two of the longest weeks in his life and through it all, the only thing that had kept him in Little Rock was the fact that he didn’t know how to move on from where he’d left things with Cara. He didn’t want to be her friend. He didn’t care how much she wanted that; Aiden knew that he couldn’t go back to that because he wanted more from her than just her friendship.
    But Cara wasn’t acting true-to-form with him anymore. Every single time he talked to her, she sounded as nervous as a cat and he didn’t know what to make of it. That wasn’t Cara. So what did that mean?
    He’d gotten just desperate enough to call Miranda and ask her what was up with Cara.
    After a ten -minute discussion about herself, Miranda told him one little piece of information that could be something or it could mean nothing at all.
    Miranda was moving to Paris to live with her current soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. Secretly, Aiden was thrilled. He’d gotten rid of her without the scene that he’d been expecting.
    But Miranda had let it slip that Cara would be moving as well.
    “Why would Cara be moving? Where’s she going?”
    It surprised Aiden that Miranda hadn’t seemed all that upset about his having slept with her friend and roommate at first until he finally realized Miranda just assumed, as Cara had apparently, that it was his way of getting even. He wondered again, what all Miranda had told her roommate about their relationship. Clearly, she’d embellished a lot.
    “She’s not going anywhere, silly. She just has to find an apartment she can afford. With my half of the rent gone, Cara can’t keep the place. God only knows where she’ll end up on the money she makes at the store.”
    Aiden hadn’t listened much after that point. Mostly because Miranda was busy talking about her latest photo shoot and he had just had one brilliant idea. An idea that would need just the right amount of finesse on his part to get Cara to agree to it.
    He’d called to leave a message on her cell phone because Cara was still dodging his calls when possible. He told her that he would be heading back the following morning and that he would call her so they could get together. Aiden had almost forgotten the silver locket he’d found in his bed the morning after she’d spent the night with him.
    He had brought it with him, mostly because he liked remembering it on her—that night. Hell, he liked remembering everything about that night. The way she’d felt beneath him. The way her body responded to his touch.
    He’d talked to her several times but never once mentioned the locket and Cara hadn’t either.
    He knew it was a gift from a favorite aunt but apparently she either didn’t remember where she’d lost it or she was too embarrassed to say so. Either way it was important to her. Cara wasn’t much on talking about her family. He could remember on one hand the number of times she’d even mentioned them to him.
    He suspected she was embarrassed by her humble upbringing. From Miranda he’d discovered that Cara’s family was dirt poor. She’d worked her way through the university and paid for her education all by herself. Cara hadn’t taken any government help. He admired her for that.
    Her childhood was worlds apart from his. Aiden’s family was wealthy and one of the first families to settle in Dallas years ago. His great grandfather had made a fortune in real estate developments. A business that his grandfather and his father had also been successful at. As the only son amongst the three children born to Margaret and Edward Wilder, Aiden didn’t fit the tradition. And he had no interest in real estate. Eventually his father accepted Aiden’s decision, but only after he’d made his first billion, retired and moved to Florida after Aiden’s oldest sister had given birth to their first grandchild.
    Now his father’s