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of those. I love meat. Roasted lamb in particular.”
Meat. Yeah. That was something I also loved. We should eat meat
together, Aaron and I. My mind wandered away for an instant, thinking of
juicy and crispy lamb and Aaron too.
“Okay. Thank you, and likewise, Isabel. Bye.”
Wait. Wait.
Isabel?
Isabel as in my sister, Isabel?
More confusion tugged at my still-foggy mind. I felt one of my eyes
flutter open. I wasn’t in my bed. I was in a car, which was immaculate.
Obsessively so.
Aaron’s car.
I was in Aaron’s car. Not a dream.
And … Isabel. She had called me earlier today, hadn’t she? And texted
me. And I had ignored all of it.
All at once, the events of the last hours snowballed down my mind,
overwhelming my half-functional brain.
No. My eyes blinked fully open, and my body sprang up.
“I’m awake,” I announced.
As I whirled my head from one side to the other, my gaze stumbled upon
the owner of the car I had been napping in. He passed both his hands through
his hair, looking as humanly tired as one could.
His head turned in my direction. “Welcome back,” he said, looking at me
strangely. “Again.”
My heart squeezed. Why exactly, I didn’t have the slightest idea.
“Hi,” I managed with my scattered brain.
“Your sister called,” Aaron told me, making my whole body tense. “Five
times in a row,” he added.
I opened my mouth, but my tongue didn’t work through the words. Any
words.
“It’s okay. Something about a weird text you sent her,” he explained and
offered back my phone.
I clasped it, grazing Aaron’s fingers very briefly.
Feeling Aaron’s gaze on me, I checked on the text. God, it was
intelligible. Alarmingly so.
Aaron continued, “Then, she went on about the seating or the tables, I
think? Maybe something about the napkins too.”