Ah, Rachel thought, and snapped her lips shut. Having seen his burning desire to rip Aiden from limb to limb, she decided it might be wise to keep the name of the real culprit to herself for now. ‘Who it was doesn’t matter any more.’ She therefore evaded the question. ‘I just needed to tell you that it wasn’t Aiden.’
‘You’re lying,’ he pronounced with a withering glance at her.
‘I’m not!’ she denied. ‘Aiden is one of the nicest people I know!’ she insisted in defence of that look. ‘And he’s going through his own bit of hell right now—so he doesn’t need you accusing him of something he would not think of doing in a million years!’
‘Are we talking about the same man who could lose himself in the embrace of another woman while his fiancée, his cousin and myself, looked on from the sideline
