On A Night Like This (Callaways #1)

belting out really bad lyrics in a very sexy voice. He was off key, but who the hell cared? Work was suddenly the farthest thing from her mind. If she was finally going to take some time off, she was going to make the most of it.
    She turned the knob on the bathroom door, stripped off the robe, and surprised Aiden in mid-note.
    "I want to sing, too," she told him, as she slipped inside the stall.
    His soapy hands slid over her breasts, and he leaned in to kiss her, the hot water running over their heads as their bodies sang together in perfect harmony.

    * * *
    Two hours later, Sara and Aiden made it out of the apartment. After a long, steamy shower, they'd dressed, eaten breakfast and then packed an overnight bag. Aiden threw some camping gear in the back of the truck, just in case they decided to make a night of it. She hoped they would. Sleeping under the stars with Aiden sounded like something she definitely wanted to experience.
    "You never told me what your boss said," Aiden commented as he drove down the highway.
    "He gave me three days. If I'm not back by Thursday, he'll start giving my important cases away."
    Aiden shot her a thoughtful look. "Are you sure you want to spend one of those three days hiking in the woods?"
    "That's pretty much all I'm sure about right now." She turned her gaze out the window. "I can't believe this weather. It feels like summer."
    "Nice day for a hike," he agreed.
    "Where are we going?"
    "To those hills over there. Kyle and I found a great spot to camp a couple of years ago." He let out a sigh. "I can't go anywhere around here without thinking about him."
    "So let yourself think about him. You don't have to cut him out of your thoughts. I always hated that I had no one to talk to about my mom after she died. My dad had nothing to say. And after the funeral I was away at college, so most people I was with didn't even know my mom had died."
    "That must have been rough. You were very alone, weren't you?"
    "Yes, but I was used to it by then." She paused. "When I was talking to Lynda the other day, she mentioned how much she liked Valerie, and I thought it was the first time in a long time that someone actually said my mother's name out loud. It seems wrong that such a vibrant person could just disappear. I feel guilty that I don't talk more about her. I don't want the same thing to happen to you. Tell me about Kyle. You knew him the best of anyone."
    "A month ago I would have agreed with you. Now I don’t know."
    "Don't let the doubts take over. Tell me something funny about him. You must have some great stories."
    Aiden thought for a moment and then laughed. He glanced over at her. "Kyle got drunk one night and got a tattoo. It was supposed to be for his girlfriend, Lexy, but he was slurring his words so badly that when he came out of the tattoo parlor he had the word Sexy across his biceps. He took a hell of a lot of ribbing over that. We actually called him Sexy when we were on the job."
    She smiled. "And how did he react?"
    "He laughed. Kyle didn't take himself that seriously. At first he thought he'd try to get the tattoo changed, but eventually he got used to being Sexy . In fact, he thought it was a good icebreaker with the ladies."
    "I'll bet it was. I always liked Kyle."
    "But not as much as you liked me," he said with a cocky, sexy grin that reminded her of just how much she'd "liked" him earlier that morning.
    "I'm never going to live my crush down, am I?" She tilted her head, giving him a thoughtful look. "Did you ever have a crush on a girl who didn't know you were alive?"
    "Andrea Mills," he said immediately.
    "Wow, you didn't have to think very long." A pang of foolish jealousy swept through her. She needed to get over that fast. She and Aiden were just having some fun. She could not start feeling like he was her boyfriend.
    "I fell for Andrea in the sixth grade," he said. "I sat behind her in class, and most of the day I just stared at her long, blonde hair and daydreamed about her."
    "You were all about blondes, even from the beginning."
    "Brunettes aren't so bad," he said lightly. "But you'll be happy to know that Andrea thought I was an idiot. I asked her to a dance, and she looked down her nose at me and said, 'Are you crazy?' And then she walked away, taking my busted ego with her."
    "Aiden Callaway—shot down. So hard to believe."
    "Isn't it?" he said with a laugh. "Andrea was a snooty rich girl, and I was not good enough for her. The Callaways were blue