“She isn’t...” Aidan began, then realised she was mocking him. “Yes, Sam is here. We’re doing a food shop.”“Aidan you simply must bring ...er tonight. We can’t wait to meet her.”That was true, Aidan thought, for the staff usually met on Wednesdays, but not this week: they were turning out a day early!Aidan looked at Sam. “D’you fancy a drink tonight? Apparently Vicky has lined up most of the office staff to meet you at our local pub.”Sam grinned. “Sounds good,” she said.“Ok,” Aidan said to Vicky.. . I swore I would accept it if someone made her happy, so please, Maker, let him be good to her. She deserves more.I glanced at her again, a lance of pain shooting through me. She was so beautiful, and I ... was just a bastard. Nobody. I had nothing to offer; perhaps pushing her away had been the best thing I could have done. For her, at least.With a gasp, her eyes shot open. She tried to sit up; I twitched, but he got there first, holding her hand and supporting her back. I glared at him,. She really wanted to help the world. Max, then Chief Information Officer for BLISS, had convinced the now ex-head of Taylor Systems that that same technology would be key for BISS’s resorts and cruise lines, and offered a partnership with the fledgling company. He had even promised that she would have been granted all the autonomy she needed to perfect her work without Big Brother looming over her and her small staff.Never could she have imagined that the oh so generous Max would have twisted. “Is it okay to talk?” I asked, something nice and neutral and an obvious question as I could hear from the background noise that Veronica was at the club working.“What’s there to talk about? You heartless pig. You made your decision. Broke my heart. Chose Jill over me. And now you’re coming back around, stomping all over my heart again,” her boiling anger at me understandable as I’d opened up fresh wounds.Taking a deep breath, I put out there the words I’d carefully rehearsed. “Look, V, I know.