She winced at him and shook her head. “No. You were right. This was a lot more fun. I can’t believe I’ve never seen a game from down here. I don’t know why my father wouldn’t let me.”
Aidan’s auburn brow went up in surprise. “Let you? You about bit my head off when I even suggested that someone else dictate what you could or couldn’t do.”
Violet sighed. “My father is different. He’s old-school Greek. He didn’t really want me to do much of anything but get married to a nice Greek boy and have lots of Greek babies.”
“You’re just a rebel, then,” Aidan said with a grin. “Having Irish babies, eating nachos in the cheap seats...what’s next?”
He was right. She was being quite the rebel lately and Aidan was the cause. She liked it. And she liked him. He encouraged her to stretch her wings, broaden her narrow view of the world and live a little. He roused feelings in her she’d never experienced before and she wanted more. More of him, more of the sensations he could coax out of her trembling body. Violet looked up at the VIP boxes and grinned with the wicked idea that came to mind.
“On second thought, I think we do need to make a trip back up to the Niarchos box before we leave today.”
“Why? Did you leave something up there?”
She shook her head and leaned in to him to let her soft lips brush against his earlobe. She bit gently at it, feeling a shiver run through his whole body that had nothing to do with the cold. “Ever wanted to have sex in Yankee Stadium?” she whispered.
Aidan pulled away in surprise and looked at her with one deviously arched brow. He studied her face for a moment before a passionate fire lit in his eyes. “I hadn’t ever considered the possibility, but now that you mention it...” his arm wrapped around her waist and tugged her closer to him “...abso-frickin-lutely.”
He stood suddenly and offered her his hand. Violet accepted, and they made their way back to the VIP box. The desire for him built inside of her with every step they took. Once they were inside the private suite, she locked the door and pressed her back against it.
“Time to score.”
Eight
Aidan paused on the sidewalk outside of Violet’s building with one piece of luggage slung over his shoulder and another on wheels behind him. Tara and Knox had already gone upstairs, and Violet was taking a bag from the cab driver as he pulled it out of the back of the van.
“Are you sure everything is done right?” he asked again. The contractor had called to tell them this morning that her apartment was done and she could move back in. A day early. Apparently the damage hadn’t been as extensive structurally as they thought, so they’d only needed to do cosmetic repairs. He supposed he should be happy for Violet and Knox’s sake, but he wasn’t. He’d thought he had another day living with them as a family and with one phone call, he was helping her pack.
“Yes, Aidan,” Violet said with a sigh that told him she was tired of him asking. He may have pestered her a few times since she said they could go back to the apartment.
Who could blame him?
He wasn’t ready for things to go back to the way they were before the flood. It had been like a jump start to their relationship. Suddenly they were together all the time in a way that would’ve taken weeks or months to happen otherwise. He liked waking up to Knox’s giggles in the living room and going to bed with Violet in his arms. Sharing meals, taking a grocery shopping trip together. It was the simple things that he enjoyed the most.
It was almost like they were...a family. A real family, not that coparenting thing they’d agreed to with her attorney.
Violet set down the bag on the sidewalk and turned to him. “We’re not leaving the country, Aidan. We’re just moving back across town. You know where to find us.” She planted a kiss on his lips and patted his cheek reassuringly.
“I know that.” And practically, he did. He just didn’t like the idea of it. He wanted to keep his family together, but he was afraid he’d scare her away if he said something like that aloud. It was too soon. And yet he felt certain about it. More certain than he had ever felt with Iris.
Just then, Aidan turned and noticed a man coming down the sidewalk waving at them. Or presumably to Violet since Aidan had never seen the man before.
“Violet? I think that guy wants to talk to you.”
She took a step back from him and turned, her happy expression crumbling when she saw the man coming closer. “Damn it,” she swore. “I’ve been back here for five minutes and he’s shown up already.”
“Violet!” the man shouted as he approached before Aidan could ask who it was.
He had a pretty good guess. The man was wearing a fancy suit and a smile that came across to Aidan as extremely insincere. Like a car salesman. The kind who sold Jaguars, perhaps, but still a car salesman. Especially when he brushed past Aidan without a second glance and placed a hand on Violet’s upper arm.
“There you are, dear. I’ve been looking for you for days, but no one answered when I knocked.”
Violet pulled away from his touch. “I haven’t been home this week, Beau. My apartment flooded and they’ve been doing renovations for the past few days.”
“What? Flooded? Why didn’t you call me to deal with all of this?”
Violet looked irritated, frowning as she planted her hands on her hips. Aidan couldn’t fathom how a man who had been engaged to her at one point would be so clueless about how she responded to him.
“Why would I call you? We’re not together anymore. We haven’t been a couple for six months. And besides that, I can handle this on my own. I don’t need you to come and deal with things for me.”