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Aaron’s palm brushed my face again, and my attention returned to him.
He was close, really close. Kneeling on the floor in front of me. His touch
was comforting, but his expression didn’t match the soothing quality of his
fingers against my skin.
“Do you want to lean back?” he asked, an edge on his voice.
“No, I’m okay.” I willed my voice to convey the strength I wasn’t feeling.
His eyebrows draw into a scowl. “You look so mad.” It was an observation
that should have been kept as a thought probably, but I guessed that, given
the circumstances, I wasn’t in the disposition to be picky with what left my
mouth. “Why are you mad?”
“When was the last time you ate, Catalina?” His scowl deepened, and he
shifted on his knees, straightening his back. I watched him pull something out
of his pocket.
I grimaced. “Lunch? I think. Maybe more like brunch because I didn’t
have time to get breakfast, so I just had something at around eleven.”
His hand froze midair in front of me, allowing me to see that something
he was holding. It was wrapped in white wax paper. “Jesus, Catalina.” He
shot me a look that would make anyone else cower. One that would definitely
help with his soon-to-be new position.
But even if my tank was literally empty, I wasn’t anyone else.
“I’m fine, Mr. Robot.”
“No, you are not,” he shot back. Then, he very carefully placed on my lap
what I already knew was a delicious Aaron Blackford homemade granola bar.
“You fainted, Catalina. That’s really far from being fine. Eat this.”
“Thanks. But I’m okay now.” I looked down, my gaze getting acquainted
with the gifted snack one more time. With shaky hands, I snatched it.
Unwrapped it with clumsy fingers. “Do you always carry these on you?” I
hesitated, my stomach complaining for some reason.
“Eat, please.”
So odd, how he could say please and make it sound like a threat.
“Jeez.” I took a bite. Then, I spoke with a mouthful—because who cared?
He had literally just picked me off the floor, white-lipped, sweaty, and on my
way to dramatically passing out—“I said I’m okay.”
“No,” he thundered. Pinning me down with a warning. “What you are is a
dumbass.”
I frowned, wanting to be upset but agreeing with him. He didn’t need to
know I was on his side.