My Montana Valentine by Elsa Winckler

Author:Elsa Winckler
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance
ISBN: 9781958686287
Publisher: Tule Publishing Group, LLC
Published: 2022-10-05T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

By one o’clock on Wednesday, Aiden was back behind his desk in the big offices of the newspaper in Portland where he worked. He’d caught a plane at half past nine this morning, and after the nearly two-hour flight, he’d stopped at his apartment to drop off his bag and change.

At least Aunt Janice understood why he’d contacted James Webster, but it didn’t make him feel any better. The one person he’d actually tried to help wouldn’t listen to him.

One foot in front of the other—ignore the hysterical little voice trying to tell him something—that had been his motto ever since he’d left Marietta. Despite all his efforts, though, he couldn’t stop thinking about Vivian. He’d texted, asking her to please give him a chance to explain, but so far, she hadn’t responded to any of his messages. At the airport in Bozeman, he’d also tried to call her. She hadn’t answered.

He rubbed his chest where a constant ache had settled since last night and was refusing to go away.

All he had to show for his effort was a swollen cheek. Gingerly, he touched his face. Damn, Mitch had a left hook he hadn’t expected.

Instead of helping Vivian, he’d made things much worse for the woman he’d fallen head over heels in love with.

He stilled. Love? But that’s ridiculous. One didn’t fall in love in seconds. All the voices around him faded away. Vivian. Images of her flashed in front of him: blue eyes raking over him in the ER; those same blue eyes laughing and then darkened by desire; honey-blond curls hanging down her back; her long legs; her kisses.

Exhaling slowly, he laughed under his breath. He was probably confusing lust with love. Lust he could understand. Vivian was sexy, gorgeous…

“O’Sullivan!” Steward’s voice boomed across the room. “Where’s my story?”

“Tomorrow morning—I promise.”

Steward walked closer, frowning. “Weren’t you going to stay for the Valentine’s ball in Mary… what’s the name of the town again?”

A few of his colleagues sniggered, but Aiden ignored them. “Marietta. It’s a beautiful town with an interesting history.”

“So why are you back?” Steward asked.

“I have my story.”

Steward nodded. “Okay. Looking forward to it. What happened to your face?”

“Long story.”

“Worth writing about?”

“Maybe.”

“Good.”

As his boss walked away, Aiden picked up his phone. It hadn’t been his intention to say ‘maybe’, but his subconscious had already written the story while he’d been mulling over it. There was, however, still one piece of information he needed to finish his story.

*

Early Wednesday morning, Vivian was in the ER. She’d switched off her phone and left it in her office; she didn’t want to see any more messages from Aiden. The best plan would be, of course, to delete his name and block his number, but she hadn’t been able to do that yet.

She was still so angry and upset it was difficult to think straight. Aiden’s words and messages were constantly running through her head even though she was trying her best not to think about him.

Just because he’d kissed

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