On A Night Like This (Callaways #1)

him a scornful look. "You were so quick to judge me, but you were just as bad, Aiden. You slept with half the girls in our grade."
    "Half is a bit generous," he said dryly. "And I didn't have a girlfriend, so it wasn't cheating."
    "Whatever," she said with a wave of her hand. "It was a long time ago."
    They watched the band for a moment, and then he asked, "So what did you and Kyle talk about recently?"
    "Life, stuff," she said vaguely.
    "Did he tell you about his marriage?"
    "Yes, he talked about his wife and baby. He was proud to be a father, but he was stressed out moving to San Francisco."
    "He told you that."
    "Of course. He was worried that his wife had high expectations that he wouldn't be able to meet. He wasn't sure how they could afford the condo they'd bought, but his wife loved it, so he was going to find a way to make the payments and pay her family back for the loan. It's funny that Kyle would hook up with someone with expensive taste. He was never into money."
    "He told you all that?" Aiden couldn't keep the surprise out of his voice. "After all these years, he just told you his life story?"
    "Why is that so strange?" she asked. "Kyle needed someone to talk to, someone outside his work friends and his family, and I fit the bill."
    "How did you find each other again? Did you look him up?"
    "No, he looked me up," she retorted.
    "When was that?"
    "A couple of months ago. Why are you asking me so many questions?"
    "He didn't mention to me that he'd talked to you."
    "Well, obviously, he didn't tell you everything."
    "Were you having an affair with him?" The question burst out before he could stop it.
    Becky stiffened. "No. I don't break up marriages, even when there are problems."
    "What problems?"
    "If he didn't tell you, then I can't say. Our conversations were private." She paused. "I just wish I hadn't missed his last call. It would have given me one more chance to…" She cut herself off. "It doesn't matter now. It's so sad. I need to leave. I shouldn't have come, but I couldn’t stop myself."
    "Wait, Becky," he said, putting a hand on her arm. "What were you going to say? You wish you'd had one more chance to…"
    Indecision wavered in her eyes. "I forget," she said. "It wasn't important. It won't bring Kyle back." She pulled her arm away. "Leave it alone, Aiden. Let Kyle rest in peace."
    His stomach turned over as he watched her leave, their conversation making him more than a little uneasy. Becky knew something, but what?

    * * *
    Of course Aiden would be chatting up a blonde. Some people never changed, Sara thought, although, this blonde didn't look very happy. In fact, she seemed to be angry, throwing Aiden's hand off her arm before storming out of the bar.
    Aiden turned his head and caught her watching him. She felt a rush of heat run through her body. Damn him. One look and she melted into a puddle.
    Aiden walked quickly in her direction. "I have another name to give to your investigator."
    "Does the name belong to that blonde you were talking to?"
    "Yes, that was Becky Saunders. She went to school with me."
    "Right, I remember her now," she said, putting the face to the name. "She went out with Kyle, didn't she?"
    "Yeah. I had no idea they had renewed their friendship a couple of months ago. She was very cagey about it, too."
    "Do you think they were having an affair?" she asked, lowering her voice so they couldn't be heard. Not that it was possible to overhear much in the crowded, noisy bar.
    "She said no. Not sure if I believe her."
    Before she could ask him another question, Emma interrupted their conversation. "Sara, I just got a text from Shayla. Her car broke down, and she needs a ride. I have to pick her up. She rescued me from a flat tire a few months ago, and I owe her."
    "No problem. I can leave now."
    "Or I could give you a ride home," Aiden suggested.
    She hesitated, knowing that Aiden probably wanted to talk to her about Becky, maybe run a few more theories by her, and while she wanted to help him, she'd had some wine, it was late, and he was looking really hot. Her old crush was coming back to life, and she knew it was once again all one-sided. He wanted to talk business. She wanted to strip off his clothes and see the body she'd been imagining all these years.
    Emma gave her a questioning look. "It's up to you, Sara."
    "I'll catch a ride with Aiden," she said, trying to sound nonchalant.
    "All right, but don't forget what I told you," Emma reminded her as she grabbed her keys