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saved her from trading more silly quips. When she spread her legs to push against his hand, he slid a finger between her folds, finding her tiny pleasure button and rubbing circles around it.
    A scream bubbled up in her throat, the intensity of that single touch almost more than she could bear. She scored his chest with her nails, arching up to beg more of his touch.
    When he slid a finger inside her, Amelia came apart in his arms, her orgasm sweeping through her so strongly that she thought she might have blacked out a moment. She shook, riding his hand, feeling closer to him than she’d ever thought possible.
    When she came back down to earth, she tried to reach for him again, but he took her hand in his and brought it to his mouth, kissing her fingers. “I’m fine, Amelia.”
    Amelia made a frustrated sound. “I want to see and touch.”
    “Next time. I swear.” He tucked her close against him, kissing the top of her head.
    She put a hand to his chest, feeling the rapid thumping of his heart. Next time. The problem with Aden was that Amelia never knew if next time would actually occur.
     
    Chapter Six
    The week had left Aden exhausted and grouchy.
    His job was going great. Word was getting around about his nose for finding missing objects d’art, and more and more of Boston’s elite were hiring him to find emerald rings hocked by their maids and Ming vases stolen from displays in small family museums.
    Aden knew he owed a goodly bit of his recent success to Amelia, which made him feel even guiltier for abandoning her once more. They’d spent three of four glorious nights at her apartment, making out until he could barely see, but Aden hadn’t been able to bring himself to make love to her fully. That final act seemed like too much of a commitment.
    Now he was going to ask for Amelia’s help again, and Aden had the grace to feel thoroughly ashamed of himself.
    Amelia sat at her desk, a pair of knitting needles in her hand. The lady who sat across the desk from Amelia looked like an earth mother type with wild red hair and freckles.
    “Isn’t it some sort of cliché to take up knitting if you’re a librarian?” Amelia asked.
    The other lady cackled like a bright bird, the sound infectious. “No more than it is for a novelist. Trust me, it helps calm my mind. Besides, how can you help me find the technique I need if you have no idea what knitting even looks like.”
    “True.” Amelia glanced up and saw him, her smile fading. “Aden. Hello.”
    “Hi, Amelia. Is there a time I should come back? I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
    “Bah.” The other lady snorted. “We were just having a stitch and bitch. I’m Mandie Myzer.”
    “Aden Bourne. Nice to meet you.”
    “You, too.” Mandie grabbed her knitting and stuffed it in a bag. “I’ll just go look at the music room. We can resume when you’re done.”
    Aden nodded, bemused by the way Mandie ran off.
    “She’s becoming a good friend,” Amelia said, taking off her reading glasses. “I might have told her it’s been a week since you even emailed.”
    “Sorry. I’m sorry, Amelia. I’ve been slammed.”
    “That’s okay. I’ve been busy since my boss got wind of my mad skills. What’s up?”
    Aden grinned, knowing the case itself would warm her. “I need a date for a very chi-chi gala. I’m crashing the party to find a thousand dollar case of wine. Stolen. Want to come?”
    Her blue eyes lit up, the gray ring dark around the iris. “You do know just what to say to a girl. Where is this place?”
    “One of those five million dollar places in Brookline. Want to?”
    “Yes.” She bit her lip. “I don’t have anything for a black tie event, though. I have academic party wear.”
    “Here.” He pulled out his wallet and handed her a Visa debit gift card he used for work. “Put it on the expense account, huh?”
    “I shouldn’t.” She bit her lip, then lunged over the desk to snatch his card. “I will, though. What time are you picking