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My friend searched my face, probably finding something in there because
an eyebrow arched. “What did you do?”
I leaned back on my chair, a little huff leaving my lips. “I did not—” I
stopped myself. I had done plenty. “I’ll tell you later, okay?”
Her eyes filled with concern. “At Jim’s.” With one last nod, Rosie shifted
past me and walked to the chair next to Héctor, her team leader.
When I caught the eye of the old man, I waved at him with a small smile,
receiving a wink from him.
And then—catching me completely off guard, even when it shouldn’t
have—my Aaron radar went off. Warning me of his presence.
My heart lurched in my chest, and my gaze hunted him down.
He is not that good-looking. He’s just tall, I told myself as I took him in.
Something in my rib cage sped up.
It was the tuxedo because my body is surely not reacting to that buttondown
shirt and those pressed slacks, I thought as my eyes followed his long
strides to the chair I knew he’d take a couple of rows in front of me and to
my left.
Yeah, his face is certainly nothing to write home about, I reminded
myself as I studied his hard and masculine profile, from his jaw to the dark
line of thick hair framing his forehead.
See? I’ve got this under control. My body is back to normal. I didn’t need
the comfort of a cream cheese and salmon bagel.
But then Aaron looked back. His eyes met mine across the room. Finding
me looking at him in a way I presumed was a little too intense for someone
who had sworn wouldn’t pay him any attention only a few minutes ago.
I felt my cheeks flush a deep shade of red, and I’d bet I looked like my
whole face was on fire.
And yet, the one who averted his gaze first wasn’t me. It was him.
Aaron’s eyes fell down and stayed somewhere ahead. Somewhere that wasn’t
me.
Something about that did not sit well with me. Something about the fact
that he had just dismissed me so quickly bothered me more than ever.
But before I could delve too much into that, Jeff’s voice pulled me right
back. “Good morning, everyone,” he said, and the low muttering in the room
turned into silence. “This Breakfast & Broadcast session will be fairly short. I
need to run to an impromptu meeting I was called to in about thirty minutes,
so don’t get too comfortable, and have your fill of cookies before it’s over.”