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    Moonlight on Nightingale Way(On Dublin Street #6)(83) by Samantha Young
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    “Presents,” Maia suddenly announced, seemingly having caught the persistence in Beth’s gaze.

    “Yay!” Beth clapped and ran for the table with the presents. “Open mine first! Please, please, please!”

    Braden caught Logan’s eye across the room. “She loves buying people presents.”

    “You better hide your credit cards,” Logan warned.

    “I sleep with them on me.”

    “And with one eye open,” Joss cracked before following everyone over to the presents.

    “Hey, we didn’t miss anything, did we?”

    I spun around out of Logan’s grasp, delight washing through me as Aidan, Juno, and Chloe strode across the room, carrying birthday presents in their hands. “Guys, you made it.”

    Aidan engulfed me in a tight hug. “Long time, no see.” He pulled back, his gaze questioning. “Are we okay?”

    “Of course.” I shoved him gently. “Don’t be an idiot. I’ve just been busy.”

    His gaze moved over my shoulder. “So I see.”

    Juno butted in. “Give me a hug.”

    I was just pulling back from hugging Chloe when Logan appeared at my side. Chloe being Chloe, she hugged him whether he wanted to be hugged or not.

    After shaking hands with Juno, he offered his hand to Aidan, and as they greeted each other, they eyed each other with masculine wariness.

    I was really glad I hadn’t told Logan that Aidan used to be in love with me.

    “So,” Aidan began, and I immediately tensed at the mischievous glint in his eyes, “she chose you over the history teacher after all.”

    Logan glanced over at me. “I didn’t know the history teacher was an option.”

    “He wasn’t,” I said quickly, and then glowered in warning at Aidan.

    He just smirked until Juno hit him on the arm.

    “A word, Grace.”

    “A word, Aidan.”

    Logan and I spoke in unison.

    “Just… give me a minute to talk to Aidan,” I said.

    Without waiting for a response, I grabbed Aidan by his T-shirt and hauled him out of the room into the hallway. Well, not exactly hauled. You didn’t and couldn’t haul Aidan anywhere. “What are you doing?” I hissed.

    “Nothing.” He shrugged. “I’m just not convinced about this guy. I want him to know that you have options.”

    “I don’t have options,” I whisper shouted. “The history teacher is not an option.”

    “That’s not what you said a few weeks ago.”

    “A few weeks ago I was hurt. Logan is trying to make up for that. People deserve second chances, Aidan.”

    He nodded, concern for me swimming in his eyes. “They do. But, Grace, you have a habit of giving people fifty chances.”

    “Look, I know you mean well, but this… Logan isn’t like my mum and dad and Sebastian. He won’t hurt me intentionally.”

    “He could still hurt you, intentionally or not.”

    “Yes, but so could anyone,” I said, suddenly making the realization myself. “The history teacher could have if I’d given him chance. Even you could have, Aidan.”

    He frowned. “He’s not like your usual blokes.”

    I laughed. “No, he’s not. And I never felt about them the way I feel about him.”

    Slowly Aidan’s shoulders relaxed and his eyes warmed. “So what you’re saying to me is ‘keep your big nose out of it.’”

    “Never. You’re my family, Aidan. If you didn’t care, I’d hate it. But Logan and I need to work all this out for ourselves without you pushing his buttons.”

    “Gotcha.”

    We wandered back into the room only for Logan to grab my hand and lead me over to the table where Maia was opening her presents. “When she’s done, we talk.”

    “Logan, it was nothing,” I tried to explain, but he was already focused on Maia and ignoring me for the moment.

    I let her delight distract me as she opened present after present. She received books, gift vouchers, makeup, DVDs, chocolate, and other gifts galore. The tribe spoiled her rotten.

    “Dad, did you see?” Maia ran up to him after thanking everyone. She’d left her presents in the care of Beth, who had organized her brother to clean up the wrapping paper while she tidied the gifts into a neat pile.

    “I did.” He smiled down at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners attractively. “Having fun so far?”

    Eyes wide, she stared around at the room. “I’ve never had this many presents before, let alone a party.” She turned to me, eyes bright with excitement. “I got eighty pounds in gift vouchers for the bookshop.”

    “Nice,” I said. “We’ll go tomorrow if you want.”

    She nodded, looking dazed.

    “You all right, sweetheart?” Logan said.

    “I just don’t know what to do next.”

    “I’ve got something.” He disappeared behind the table and brought up his present.

    I grinned as Maia opened her mouth in surprise. “Another one?”

    “From me.” He gestured her over. “Open it.”

    “There’s another present!” Beth yelled at everyone, drawing attention back to the table.

    “Horsey!” Belle, Jo and Cam’s daughter, cried out excitedly, running for the table.

    Beth eyed the rectangular-shaped parcel and then Belle, this time dubiously. She shot a look at Jo, as if to say, What are you teaching your child?

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