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turned toward his friend. “Catalina is here with me tonight.”
TJ’s eyes stayed on me as he still waited in silence, clearly wanting me to
elaborate on Aaron’s introduction. All right, the whole Catalina is with me
was vague and redundant, but I could definitely go with that.
I cleared my throat. “Yes, we came here together, Aaron and I.” I waved
my hand between us. “He … picked me up and then drove us here. In his car.
Together.” I nodded my head, seeing TJ’s eyes light up with amusement,
which made me uncomfortable. Which, in turn, made me itch to fill in the
silence. “I have a driver’s license. But New York’s traffic is scary. So, I have
never dared driving in the city myself.” Unnecessary, Lina. What am I doing?
“So … it’s a really good thing Aaron picked me up. He doesn’t look like he’s
scared of the traffic. Actually, it’s him who can be a little scary sometimes.” I
chuckled, but it died off quickly. “Not that I’m scared of him. Otherwise, I
wouldn’t have gotten in his car.” Shut up, Lina. Shut. Up. I felt Aaron’s laser
eyes boring holes into my profile. TJ’s too, but in a much less hostile way
and a much more absorbed one. “So, yeah, long story short, we came here
together.”
Cringing internally, I reminded myself that this was what I deserved for
lying in the first place.
Aaron’s friend chuckled, bringing both his hands to the pockets of his
maroon tuxedo. TJ’s eyes jumped between us, his gaze bouncing a couple of
times from Aaron to me and then right back. Whatever he found, it was
enough for him to nod his head with something that looked a lot like trouble.
“Hmm,” TJ hummed, shrugging his shoulders. “Well, Aaron can be a
scary motherfucker.” He winked. “Me, on the other hand? Just charm.”
“I can tell.” I smiled, just glad TJ had taken over.
“As I’m sure you already know, there is a bachelor auction going on
tonight, and not only am I a bachelor myself”—TJ held both hands up,
mischief written all over his face. Then, he peered at Aaron, as did I, and
found him shooting daggers at him—“but I have also signed up for the
auction. And while I’m sure I’ll be expensive, I can promise you, I am worth
your—”
“TJ,” Aaron cut off his friend. “That won’t be necessary.”
Aaron’s body somehow shifted closer to me, my shoulder almost
brushing his arm. That kernel that had been planted back in my apartment—
that awareness of Aaron’s body, the way his proximity was really hard to
ignore all of a sudden—sprouted.