Best Of My Love. Susan Mallery

right there when he remembered that he deserved it. That and more.

      Patience finished refilling his mug and then walked back to the counter. Before Aidan could refocus, Shelby leaned toward him.

      “How would being married make you stuck?” she repeated.

      She wasn’t going away. He got that. So fine. He would tell her the truth. “If you love someone, you’re stuck. You have to do things you don’t want to do.”

      “You’re not talking about going to restaurants you don’t like, or taking out the trash, are you?”

      “No.”

      “I didn’t think so.” She studied him. “So the tourists were a way to stay safe.” The smile returned. “And get laid. A twofer.”

      “I really wish you wouldn’t put it like that.”

      “Because it makes you a jerk?”

      He thought about what had happened the previous night. “What did you hear? About the woman?”

      “This and that. Tell me your version.”

      He wasn’t sure if she’d been sent to make sure he got that he deserved to be punished or if this was just one of those happy accidents. Either way, he was going to spill his guts and let fate take care of the rest.

      “I was hanging out at The Man Cave for their New Year’s Eve party. With friends.” He’d been drinking beer...at least at first. A hangover hadn’t been part of his master plan.

      “This woman walked up to me.”

      “Did you recognize her?”

      “Of course.” Sort of. “I knew we’d probably hung out over the summer.”

      “Hung out being a euphemism for had sex?”

      He winced. “You’re a lot less delicate than you look.”

      “Thank you. So she said hi, and...?”

      Aidan sighed. “She didn’t say hi. She walked up to me and said she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about me. That the week we’d had together had changed her. She was hoping I felt the same way because she wanted to quit her job and move to Fool’s Gold to be with me.”

      Shelby waited. He was pretty sure she knew the punch line to the joke that was his life, but hey, he could say it. In fact, saying it out loud was probably a good thing. Or at the very least, well deserved.

      “It wasn’t a week,” he said firmly. “If it had been a week, I would have remembered.”

      “Her?”

      He cleared his throat. “Her name. I couldn’t remember her name. Or when she’d been here. She got that right away. She got mad and started yelling.”

      The bar had gone quiet as the scorned woman had called him everything from a rat bastard to a male whore. He’d taken it because he honest to God couldn’t remember her name. He’d spent at least a couple of days with her, had talked to her, laughed with her, had sex with her and walked away without being able to remember who she was.

      Which made him everything she’d called him and worse. He didn’t mind that he had had a lot of women in his life, but to not remember their names—that was bad. It was the hookup equivalent of a drunk waking up in a gutter with no recollection of how he’d got there. She was his rock bottom. Not that she would appreciate the fact, unless she could also bury him under said rocks.

      “What happens now?” Shelby asked.

      “Hell if I know. I didn’t like what I saw in her face. I’m sorry I hurt her. I’m sorry I’ve become that kind of guy. I want to do better. I have to change. I never meant to hurt anybody. That was the point. No one was supposed to get hurt.” He shook his head, held in a groan, then drank more coffee. “What does it matter? I am that guy.” He put down the mug. “Or I was.”

      “You’re going to change?”

      “Yeah. I have to. Not wanting to get stuck is one thing, but to be such an ass... That’s not me.”

      Shelby’s gaze was steady. She looked at him for a long time before nodding. “Okay. Thanks for talking to me.”

      “You gonna slap me or absolve me?”

      “Neither. I was curious.”

      “Whatever floats your boat.”

      She laughed. “Keep hydrating, Aidan. And the next time someone offers you aspirin, you should probably take it.”

      “Thanks for the advice.”

      “Anytime.”

      She stood and carried her mug to the counter and put it in the bin for dirty dishes. Aidan watched her shrug into her coat, then walk out into the cold morning.

      Pretty, he thought absently. Not that her appearance meant anything to him because he knew at least part of the solution to his problem. Swearing off women would be drastic, but it would also help make things right. Yup, that was what he had to do. Give them up completely. Forever. Starting now.

      * * *

      THE SIDEWALKS IN town were clear, with snow piled up by the curb. Christmas trees and holly wreaths still hung in store windows, along with banners proclaiming the New Year. Fool’s Gold was a town defined by the seasons and the festivals that went with them. Shelby liked the ever-changing decorations that hung off the light posts. By Monday all the signs of Christmas and New Year’s would be gone, replaced by the bright colors of Cabin Fever Days. Snowmen would appear in front yards and there would be an ice-sculpture competition in the park.

      She’d already heard from several of the artists who’d sent her sketches of their designs. From those, she’d created a simple template, which was turned into a cookie cutter. During the popular festival, the bakery would sell the custom cookies in the store and in their two food carts.

      This would be their second year operating the food carts and the first offering custom cookies. Both had been her idea and Shelby was excited and nervous about the cookies. Excited because she was sure they were going to be a hit. Nervous because they were her second big suggestion as a new business owner.

      Last fall she’d bought into Ambrosia Bakery as a minority partner. There were days she still couldn’t believe she actually owned part of a business. Her! While she’d loved culinary school, she’d quickly realized that the pastry classes were her favorite and had changed her major to baking and pastry arts. Her internship had led to a job and her life had been on track.

      For all of fifteen minutes, she thought ruefully. Then her mom had gotten sick and everything had changed.

      Shelby paused at the corner. It was still early in the day. The bakery was closed for the holiday, so she could go home and enjoy a rare long weekend. Or, she could go to work and play with cookies—perfecting the decorating of the custom ice-sculpture-inspired shapes.

      As home was a small one-bedroom apartment where no one waited for her—not even a goldfish—she turned right on Second and walked toward the familiar white storefront with the pretty silver awning. Before she got there, a car pulled up next to her and a blonde woman got out.

      Shelby smiled at her friend Madeline. “Shouldn’t you be off being romantic with your movie-star fiancé?”

      Madeline hugged her blue coat close and grinned. “I have been, but we’re taking a rest. I came home to get a few things and thought I’d say hi.” She wrinkled her nose. “I just knew you’d be working today.”

      Shelby held up both hands. “I’m not at the bakery.”

      “You’re three feet away.”

      Shelby laughed. “Okay, yes. I’m going to play with the new cookie designs. Why not? It’s quiet and I like baking.”

      “Any leftovers for hungry friends?”