Free See Megan Run by Melissa Blue

know it. He groaned inwardly. "The kiss
meant nothing. It was just one of those things."
    "Anything having to do with Megan means
everything."
    As usual, his mother’s insight was spot on.
Any denial would make things worse. "What did you say to her?"
    "Hmm?"
    Aiden rubbed his face. She used the mother
tactic of phrasing a noncommittal noise as a question. Jocelyn was
going to give the subject of Megan CPR just to kill it again. Maybe
he could disappear until the wedding. Pack a few bags and go
anywhere, somewhere no one knew him. A place where phones weren’t
allowed, preferably a place not found on a map.
    "I understand your mother-bear instincts, but
you and Megan used to be close."
    His mother frowned. "You’re supposed to be
angry right along with me, and that’s more worrisome."
    Aiden walked away from her to the couch. The
shuffle of his mother’s footsteps let him know he’d have to do
something drastic to get her out of his hair. "I’m going to get her
out of my system." He sank into the couch cushions and saw his
mother’s face. He fought the smile.
    "How do you plan on doing that?"
    "I’m going to ask her on a date. She’ll be
annoying, stubborn, and pushy." Like she used to be. "And seeing
her like that will let me get over her quickly."
    "You’re pulling my leg, and it’s not
funny."
    He had been when he started, but now the idea
held some appeal. "I’m going to call her up now."
    Jocelyn pushed him back down. "You’re not
thinking clearly."
    "This is the best idea I’ve come up with in
ages."
    "That’s not a compliment to yourself,
dear."
    Aiden’s smile widened. "See, you don’t have
to worry about me. I’m being pro-active." The worry line deepened
on his mother’s forehead. Good. That’ll teach her to meddle. "If
you’ll excuse me, I have a phone call to make."
    "You don’t know her number. How are you going
to call?"
    Aiden snorted, "This is Riverbed."
    He held back the laugh when she cursed. She
didn’t do it often, but she put a punch behind it when she did. His
mother trailed behind him as he dialed Nicole’s home phone
number.
    *****
    Megan opened the door to her room with less
patience this time. "Oh, hi, Jane."
    Jane held the house phone out to her. "It’s
for you." Megan took it, confused. Jane crossed her arms, letting
Megan know she wasn’t moving.
    "Hello?"
    "I’m calling to see if you want to go to
dinner tonight?"
    Megan pulled the phone from her ear to look
at it, then put it back to her ear. "Aiden?"
    "That is I."
    Megan’s eye trailed to Jane’s. "Why
dinner?"
    "We need to talk."
    "About?"
    "Aren’t you cagey?"
    Megan turned from Jane, who had yet to leave.
"I guess I’m confused. I know we came to a truce, but I didn’t
expect us to spend actual time together." She licked her lips,
almost tasting him again. "I mean, you know…because…"
    "Is Jane standing there listening to every
word?"
    She didn’t have to glance back to see Jane
glaring holes in the back of her head. "Every inflection."
    "I know the feeling."
    "The whole town is going to be talking."
    "Yes or no?"
    Curious now about his reasons, Megan
answered. "Yes."
    "I’ll be there in thirty."
    Megan turned back to Jane. She’d been right.
Jane’s glare could melt ice.
    "Don’t hurt my boy."
    Megan threw up her hands. "He’s the one who
called me."
    "And when he gets here, I’ll tell him the
same."
    Was she tempting fate by going out with him?
Because, really, what did they have to talk about? Megan’s only
choice was to go and find out.
    Jane sighed. "Are you going to wear
that?"
    She looked at her shirt and jeans. They were
clean and very expensive but, from the expression on Jane’s face,
if she pointed either out she’d be disowned. "I think I packed a
dress."
    "You haven’t unpacked?"
    In case I had to depart fast , she
almost replied. Jane walked to the closet. Megan pulled the
suitcase from under the bed and heaved it onto the mattress. Jane
placed the hangers on the bed. Megan noted