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I knew in that moment that I had been right to assume this was personal.
This lady was after Aaron. And I wasn’t going to let her get my Aaron—
Not mine, I corrected myself. Just Aaron.
I wasn’t going to let her get Aaron.
The call for the next bid came, and before Angela’s words were out, it
was already mine. Lady in Red sent me a look that could have frozen the sun
on a heated New York summer day, and I was tempted to stick my tongue
out, but after reminding myself that would be about a hundred ways of
inappropriate, I limited myself to smirking.
Lady in Red and I battled for about five or six more rounds. Each of them
becoming brisker, our arms flashing up faster, the looks we sent each other
growing icier. My breath quickened, and the skin of my face felt like I had
just sprinted across Central Park like I was chasing the freaking ice cream
truck. But so far, it was worth it because Aaron remained mine.
Not mine. Just … whatever.
I had been so absorbed by this duel we had going on that I had almost
forgotten about the man on the stage. I had barely checked on him since the
bidding bloodshed started.
Just as I was about to turn my attention to Aaron, my hand rose in the air
one more time—as high as the ridiculous amount of money we had reached
—and this time, it did alone.
Angela waved in my direction. “Going once for the lady in midnight
blue,” she called.
My heart thumped against my chest harder. I caught a glimpse of a grayhaired
man beside a tight-lipped Lady in Red, who stood with her arms
crossed in front of her chest.
“Going twice,” Angela continued as I watched the man whisper
something in Lady in Red’s ear, to which she just sighed and nodded.
Reluctantly.
Come on, come on, come on. Aaron is almost mine.
“And sold to the very lovely and very passionate lady in the midnightblue
gown.” Angela closed the bidding with a wink.
I felt the celebratory holler climbing to my throat as my head finally
turned in Aaron’s direction. I wanted to do a little victory dance. To throw
my hands in the air too. I also felt the urge to shout a couple of inappropriate
words, which, in hindsight, I would have realized was extremely stupid and I
would have immediately regretted it.