Amanda Salter is a successful businesswoman with a thriving marketing business. But when sexy saxophonist Aidan Young steps back into her life, she can only remember being the devastated young woman he walked out on eight years ago.
Aidan’s family need him, so he is keen to return to Perth. The only thing stopping him is how he left things with Amanda. He knows leaving her behind to pursue his career was selfish, and he wants to set things straight. After all, they were always the best of friends.
But when their newly recovered friendship again starts to blossom into something else, can Amanda put Aidan’s betrayal behind her and see him for the better man he has become?
And will Aidan learn that other people’s needs are just as important as his own, before he destroys the best relationship he’s ever had – again?
A sexy, second chance at love romance that asks – do we ever really grow out of our first love?
Dancing felt good. Amanda couldn’t keep the smile from her face as she shimmied and swayed to the music. She missed this – when she was working for someone else, she was out every weekend, and sometimes during the week as well, chatting, flirting and dancing. Now, her business took all of her time.
She heard a bad note from the saxophonist, and she grinned. Probably most of the rest of the attendees wouldn’t have even noticed, but she had played the sax in high school, and always seemed to hear it’s brassy tones over the rest of the band.
Then he hit another one.
She squinted against the lights from the stage and tried to make out the player. He stood at the back in the brass lineup, his face obscured by his gleaming instrument. There was something familiar about his stance, and with his blond hair, and Amanda puzzled over it until he put his sax down. Then, her mouth dropped open in surprise.
She nudged Penny. “Isn’t that Aidan Young?”
“What?” She could hardly hear Penny’s voice over the music, so she shook her head and Penny went back to her dancing. She would ask her later. In the meantime, she looked her fill at Aidan Young.
He was even better looking than he had been the last time she saw him, nearly eight years ago. When he left Perth to pursue his career in the east.
When he tore her heart into a million pieces and then dashed them in her face.
She scowled at him as the track ended. Penny said, “What was that you said?”
“I said the sax player was Aidan Young.”
Penny shook her head. “Never heard of him.”
Amanda let her mouth drop open in mock surprise. “Someone you don’t know? How is that possible?”
Penny accepted the jibe with a smirk, then said, “Which one is he?”
“At the back, second on the right.”
As Amanda looked over, he seemed to link glances with her, and the world stopped moving for a moment. The air between them seemed to thicken and shimmer and Amanda’s heart drummed in her chest.
Then Aiden slowly nodded to her. She quickly looked away, knowing that her face was flushing an unbecoming pink.
Penny didn’t seem to notice the exchange.
“Cute,” she remarked. “How do you know him?”
“We went to high school together.” Where they were not only band mates but good friends, and then more than friends until Aidan decided his career was more important than his girlfriend.
Amanda felt a long-forgotten pang of hurt from his rejection. It had been swift and brutal, they were together one day, and the next he had hopped on a plane, only letting her know via text that he was following his dreams and moving to Sydney. He hadn’t even had the guts to tell her to her face.
Breathe, girl. Water under the bridge now. It’s eight years later. Hopefully, he’s grown up a bit, but even if he hasn’t, it’s not your problem.
Still, as the next song started up, Amanda was prepared to concede it still smarted a little.