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I stared at him, finding it hard to ignore the effect his words had on me.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to now. My whole day has been sidetracked by
the news.”
That … that was just as shocking as him admitting to wanting to have
lunch with me.
“You didn’t know Jeff would announce your promotion?”
“Not really. I didn’t think that was going to happen anytime soon.
Especially not today,” he confessed, sending about a million questions
rushing through my mind. “But that’s not important now. You want to talk
about us, I assume. So, let’s do that.”
“But it is,” I countered, feeling outraged on his behalf and ignoring the
way that us had made me feel. “I think Jeff ambushing you like that is
important. I can’t imagine why he would do something like this. It’s just”—I
lowered my voice, realizing it had somewhat risen—“unprofessional.”
The blue in Aaron’s eyes simmered, now looking surprised himself. “It is;
you are right. And I’ll talk to him about how much, trust me.”
“Good. You should.”
Something softened in his face, and I averted my eyes, letting them rest
somewhere above his shoulder. Not wanting him to know I cared as much as
I did. Simply because I shouldn’t. We were still the same Lina and Aaron we
had always been—certainly not friends—and about to be divided by a whole
step in the hierarchy of the company.
Releasing one of my hands from the death grip I had on my planner, I
scratched the side of my neck. My gaze still refused to shift to the left, where
it’d probably connect with his. So, instead, it moved down, following the
seam of the blue button-down that covered his wide shoulders while a thick
silence wrapped around us.
“Listen, about our deal—” I started.
“On Saturday, I—” Aaron said at the same time.
Finally returning my eyes to his face, I found him gesturing for me to go
ahead. I accepted the chance with a nod.
“I will say this, and I’ll be out of your hair, I promise.” I exhaled through
my nose, not paying attention to Aaron’s frown. “Now that you will become
head of our division—which, again, it’s really great, so congratulations.” I let
a polite smile tug at the corners of my lips. “Things for … us will change.” I
shifted on my feet, not happy with how that sounded. There was no us. Not
after Saturday and not after this. “What I’m trying to say is something that