As I went up the stairs and through his house to the garage, my gaze caught on a picture of Savvy laughing in a meadow, her arms spread wide and her hair streaming behind her. Beside it was another casual photo of both Savvy and Xander in front of a small cabin. Several more photos of them with their friends surrounded it.

That was it. The difference between his decor and mine.

Other than a wedding photo over our mantel, there were no other pictures of me and my wife.

CHAPTER 12

Kate

It was dark out by the time I parked in the driveway of my old house. The magnetic pull this place had on me would lure me inside to stay if I let it. When Aiden had first brought me here, I’d thought it was the most magnificent house I’d seen. Simple, but majestic. It blended with the rugged beauty of the hills and buttes around Billings. The deep blue of the siding on the peaks above the door and the garage paralleled the Yellowstone River that ran a ways behind the house.

I missed my home.

If only I was coming here for any other reason than to talk about our divorce. Aiden hadn’t called. He’d messaged. Can you come talk tonight?

I hadn’t heard from him for days and now he wanted to talk? It wasn’t a good sign. Good thing I’d been in my bedroom in the trailer. The tears had been instant and plentiful.

There was a tap on the window. I screeched and jumped.

Aiden held his hands up. “It’s just me.” His eyes crinkled at the corner with his almost smile. “Sorry. The stars are out, so I came out to wait for you.”

Aiden was taking time to admire the stars? It was after eight, but that was early for him to be home.

I got out and he shut the door behind me. His breath puffed around him, mingling with mine. He wasn’t wearing more than the Princeton hoodie that Beck had gotten for him and blue jeans. His feet were bare on the frigid concrete.

His gaze raked down my body, making the winter coat I wore feel invisible. The light from the house cast shadows over his face, but not enough to hide the heat in his eyes. Warmth spread through my body in all the right places. I scurried away.

No calls, no messages for days. I was imagining the heat. My attraction to him clouded my judgment and I needed to be at full capacity when we talked.

The front door was unlocked. I left my winter coat on a hook and stepped out of my ankle boots. He followed me in and up the stairs.