He’d won that race and she’d been there to see it happen. The picture was one of her favorites.
The rest of the room was less exciting. She had a navy plaid sofa with a single chair by the window. She’s found the simple maple dining table and chairs at a thrift store. Back the other way was the short hallway that led to her bedroom. There was also a decent-sized bathroom.
Nothing fancy, but the place worked. The rent was reasonable, the neighbors quiet. She worked a lot of hours and didn’t need any more. One day, she thought wistfully. One day she would have a house and husband and kids and maybe a dog. Until then, this was fine.
She pointed to the dining table. “I have cupcakes,” she said. “I’ll make coffee to go with them. Unless you want milk.”
“You gave me cookies. I have them in my truck.”
“They’re for later. The cupcakes are for our conversation.”
He looked from the platter in the center of the table back to her. “How can you eat like you do and still look like that?”
She felt some of her tension ease. “I taste rather than have a whole serving. Plus I work in a bakery. After a while, the good things start to be less tempting.”
“I wish that were true for me.”
He took the seat she offered. Shelby went into the kitchen and started her coffeemaker. She’d prepped it before she’d left, hoping things would work out. In a way, she was surprised they’d gotten this far. Her plan had potential, but it required cooperation. And Aidan not thinking she was insane.
Now that he was here, she didn’t know what to say. How to start. She’d been practicing opening lines for a couple of weeks now. Ever since she’d figured out what she was going to do. She’d known the what, but not the who. Not until she’d heard about what had happened on New Year’s Eve and had seen Aidan the next day.
He could have been blasé about what had happened, but he hadn’t been. He’d been angry at himself and ashamed. He’d wanted to change. All of which was in her favor.
“Cream and sugar?” she asked.
“Just black.”
She took her coffee the same way. Every calorie saved, she’d always thought. Now she carried two mugs to the table and took the seat across from him.
Aidan was tall, with broad shoulders. He still wore his workout clothes—a T-shirt over sweats. Both were loose, but she caught sight of the muscles lurking underneath. Given what he did for a living, it made sense that he was in good shape.
His face was nice, she thought. He was good-looking without being too pretty. She liked his dark brown eyes, the way they met hers steadily.
Silence stretched between them.
“This would be your meeting,” he said as he reached for one of her cupcakes. She’d picked chocolate with a nice coconut frosting. Simple, but delicious. The best desserts usually were.
She drew in a breath and said the first thing that came to her mind. “I want to buy a house.”
His eyebrows drew together. “I don’t sell real estate.”
“I know.” She swallowed against the sudden tightness in her throat. This was going to be harder than she’d thought.
“Yesterday, you said you were sorry about what happened with that woman.” She sipped her coffee. “Are you still?”
He nodded, then took a bite of his cupcake. “These are good,” he said when he’d chewed and swallowed.
“Thanks. I like that you want to change. It’s not easy. Old habits and all that.”
“Yeah. I haven’t figured out what I’m going to do yet. I’m giving up women. That’s for sure.”