Where You Least Expect It. Tori Carrington

you’ll help me out with the Fourth of July celebration.”

      She fell silent again, but it wasn’t a companionable silence this time, but rather a tense one. He silently berated himself for making her uncomfortable. Of pressing her to do something she so obviously didn’t want to do. Especially since he didn’t know if he would be here in town much longer.

      “I can’t,” she said simply.

      Aidan slid his hands into his pants pockets, reluctantly accepting her answer.

      “I’d better go,” she said.

      Aidan found himself reaching out to lightly grasp her wrist. She looked back at him, curious, questioning.

      “I’m…” he began.

      The only sounds were of traffic farther up the street and of Max panting patiently at Penelope’s side.

      “I’m not who you think I am, Penelope,” he found himself admitting.

      She smiled as she reached out to hold his hand. “Right now, I’m not sure I know who anyone is, Aidan.”