We park next to Enid’s car, and she pulls open my door, grasping my hands with a smile. “Chloe, you’re a pleasant surprise.”
“She can skate, Mom,” Natalie interjects, jumping from the truck.
“Full disclosure. I haven’t skated since I was ﬁfteen.”
“What happened to Rockefeller Center?” Aidan smirks, handing me a pair of skates. “Don’t worry. We’ll keep you upright.”
Now it’s Enid’s turn to giggle, hiding a laugh behind her hand. “I highly doubt that’s what you want, Aidan.”
“There’s a lady present,” Aidan argues, doing his best to appear innocent.
“Where?” Enid and I inquire in unison, before dissolving into laughter.
Aidan rolls his eyes, but I see the levity in their green depths. “Never mind. My mistake. Let’s go.”
The girls rush ahead, with Enid and Jeﬀ close behind, as they throw on their skates in a mad dash to hit the ice.
Me? I’m taking my time. Perhaps if I take long enough, I might avoid skating altogether.
“Are you stalling?” Aidan asks, sending a pointed glance toward my feet.
“Yes. I don’t relish the idea of falling on my ass repeatedly, no matter how much padding I have back there.”
His brows raise as he bites back a smile. “I’m leaving that one alone.”
“Smart man.” I focus on lacing up my skates, aware of Aidan’s gaze on me. “You have your camera at the ready for the obligatory blackmail shots?”
“I’m waiting for you to stand up so I can judge for myself how much padding you have back there.”
With a smirk, I push myself to standing, pivoting to give him a full view of my ass. In my defense, it’s one of my greatest assets, and judging by the way his tongue ﬂicks against his lip, his eyes glued to my rear, Aidan agrees. “Well?”
“I sure as hell don’t want to leave it alone now.” Aidan sighs, a grin splitting his face. “You have a great ass, and it’s pretty much all I want to look at.”
“I’m sure I can ﬁnd something else to occupy your thoughts.”
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