She sighed.

“I'm going to get him some candy. I'll be right back” I said and walked off.

Reaching the vending machine I realized something was missing.

“Oh no, no, no. Not today” I groaned.

“Well you're in luck” someone chipped in.

I turned towards the voice.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were gone. You drove away.”

“No, you practically jumped out of the car before I stopped.”

I chuckled.

“What are you doing here Aiden?”

He held out my purse and I dropped my head.

“You forgot this.”

“And you drove back here to deliver it?”

“It was worth the drive.”

I smiled.

“Considering I never left.”

I laughed. I loved this side of him.

“I wanted to see how you were doing...”

I arched a brow.

“I mean your son. How's... how's he doing?”

“Everything's fine now.”

He moved forward and handed me my purse.

“Thank you.”

Our fingers brushed against each other's skin and he moved closer. I closed my eyes.

“Aiden... I can't” I whispered.

“Shushhh!” he whispered back holding out his finger against my lips.

I opened my eyes. He cocked his head a little as he removed his finger.

“Thank you, Breanna. You made today the most amazing day.”

“You already have an amazing life going on you know?”

He chortled.

“My life's pretty boring.”

I smiled.

“I can work with that” I whispered.

He reached out and stroked my cheek. I closed my eyes and nuzzled into his touch. I locked my other hand with his free one.

“Hey Breanna, Roman is waiting for the candy. What's taking you so...”

I pulled away from him and turned to see Beck standing there watching us.

Oh God!

“Beck” I called out.

“Beckett Lewis” he suddenly introduced moving closer to us. “And you are?”

“Aiden Corleone. A pleasure to finally meet you” Aiden said holding out his hand.

“Oh no I don't mingle with assholes responsible for nearly killing my son.”

“Beck!” I scolded.

I heard Aiden chortle and I turned to him.

“I'm so sorry about that Aiden. Just please try to ignore him.”

“He's the one you were with huh? Instead of looking after our son during this time of the season, you were going around being a whore.”

“Sir, I am going to ask you to mind your manners. I will not allow you to speak to her in that manner.”

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