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“What’s option A?” I whispered, exhausted from trying to get to a
conclusion on my own. “You said we have two options. What’s the first
one?”
Aaron’s expression assembled into one that was all business. “Option A
is, you fly home alone. As much as I advise against it, it remains an option.”
Hearing that from someone who wasn’t me sent a shiver crawling down my
arms. “I have no doubt that you will be fine. But that doesn’t mean it’s your
easiest route to … whatever you want to accomplish.”
“I don’t want to accomplish anything.”
“That’s something neither of us believes. But it’s okay. Either way, you
do have a second option. And unlike with option A, if you decide to go with
option B, you won’t be on your own. You’d be bringing backup.” He placed
his palm against his broad chest. “Me. You know better than most that a
challenging project needs the right kind of backing and support to succeed.
So, you take me, and I’ll do exactly that. You don’t have to face anyone
alone. You are giving them exactly what you promised to them.”
Something lurched against my ribs. And I almost had to rub a hand
against my chest to appease it.
“By bringing me as your plus-one and boyfriend, which is a part of this
whole thing you very conveniently omitted telling me about, you tackle the
problem at the source—showing up alone and single. As easy as that.”
Aaron Blackford had impeccably delivered his pitch. Straight to the damn
point.
“Easy? You are crazy if you think this is going to be easy,” I murmured.
“If you can barely put up with me most of the time, imagine an army of Linas
in all sizes and shapes. For three days straight.”
“I’m prepared.”
The question was, was I? Was I really prepared to take the leap and
potentially risk history repeating itself?
But then Aaron spoke again, “I’ve never been scared to work for
something, Catalina. Even when all odds are against me.”
The way those words hit me was close to making me gasp for air. As if
that statement had carried extra weight and taken a swing at me.
I’m being stupid.
No. I was decidedly crazy if what was about to leave my lips was any
indication of the level of how much I had lost my wits. But hell, it wasn’t like
I hadn’t agreed to this before.