Riley was aware that there was some sort of duplicity here. She swallowed. This was it, the moment of truth. “There’s something I need to tell you about Aaron—” “I don’t want to hear about Aaron.” That didn’t sound good at all. “I saw you crying for him today,” he said. “I get it. You’ll always love him.” Madeline didn’t know what that had to do with his mother’s phone call. “Look,” he said. “Your fiancé’s life was cut tragically short, but he was lucky to have been loved by a woman like you, to be mourned by a woman like you.” “Riley, Aaron—” “This has nothing to do with your Aaron. And everything to do with this.” He swung her around and caught her gasp of surprise in his kiss. Her heart jolted, but he didn’t wait for her to adjust to the thrust of his tongue. This time he took, her anguish, her heartache and her sigh. It was the most intimate of kisses, and it sent the pit of her stomach into a wild swirl. She moaned instinctively and tipped her head back, opening for him, softening for him, touching his tongue with hers.
