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

for sex.”
     
     
    “Cara, what if he’s the one?”
    “Oh, for crying out loud. Aiden isn’t the one. For me, or for any other woman. Aiden is good as a friend, lousy as a future. It’s not happening. So can we just drop it for the moment? I have to get started on the cake orders. And I’m way behind already. And don’t you have a delivery to make?”
    “Okay, but I’m not going to let you give up on Aiden. I think you’re selling him short.”
    “Goodbye!” Cara walked into the kitchen area. She stood in front of the oven listening to Shelby gather her deliveries. It was best not to go down that road again. She knew the truth. If Aiden was being honest, so did he. She just wanted what he couldn’t have.
    * * * *
    Aiden was halfway back to Cara’s apartment when he forced himself to stop. He turned the Rover around and headed back to his own neighborhood.
    As much as he would like to demand certain answers from her, he couldn’t. Cara would never allow that. The truth was, his reaction to learning she wasn’t nearly as obsessed with him as he was with her had hit hard; harder than Aiden had ever allowed a woman to effect him before. She’d gotten way under his skin. She had become important to him and to be honest, he wasn’t sure when that had happened. It just seemed that he’d always cared about Cara.
    Not that he was a bit surprised by her actions, only that she’d taken them this far. Cara was always throwing obstacles in his way whenever she thought he was getting too close.
     
    Miranda was a prime example. A few days before he’d met Miranda at that damn party and Cara had practically shoved her in his face, he’d come too close and she’d gotten scared.
    Aiden had found himself alone at her apartment with no intrusions, none of the friends she was constantly in the company of whenever he was around. That night there had just been the two of them and Cara had let down her guard a little.
    It had all happened quite innocently. He’d taken her home from a party she’d invited him to. She’d been acting strangely all night long. Aiden believed she hadn’t really wanted to be alone. Over coffee, they’d talked while pretending to watch a movie. He couldn’t even remember the name of it because it hadn’t mattered. Cara told him about her family. That was his first real glimpse into her past beyond a few joking remarks and of course the usual teasing that was always there between them.
    Aiden knew how hard she’d struggled, working her way through school and holding down two jobs until she could make her little business successful. He admired Cara’s strength. Things had come too easily for him growing up with parents that were wealthy.
    Midway through the movie they’d both fallen asleep. Aiden had woken in the middle of the night with Cara in his arms. He hadn’t done the right thing then, just like he hadn’t the night they’d made love.
    His conscious had told him to leave. He hadn’t. Instead, he’d carried her to bed and spent the rest of the night in her arms. He’d never felt more comfortable with a woman even though nothing had happened.
    Cara’s reaction the next morning to waking up in bed with him, even though they were both fully clothed had been total embarrassment. She’d all but rushed him out of the apartment with some excuse about work. She’d been pushing him away ever since that night.
    But he wasn’t prepared to let her keep pushing him away. Whether or not she wanted to admit it or not, the truth was, she’d wanted him just as much as he had wanted her. She just couldn’t get beyond that ridiculous ‘friendship only’ thing of hers enough to see that two people, especially two people that had the connection they had with each other could be lovers as well as friends.
    He had his work cut out for him. Aiden smiled as he parked the Rover in front of his house. That was okay. Somehow, the thought of changing Cara’s mind was a tantalizing challenge. And