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“Don’t,” he ordered as he threw his door open. “Stay in the car. I’ll bring

them.”

“You don’t have to mother me or buy me dinner, Aaron,” I complained,

not wanting him to feel like he had to feed me or something. “You have done

enough already.”

“I know I don’t have to,” he said, slipping out of the car. Leaning down,

his head peeked inside. “I planned on coming here tonight either way. You

just happened to be in the car,” he explained as if he knew I needed to hear it.

He wasn’t wrong. “And you should eat something. It’ll be a few minutes.”

Giving up, I sighed. “Okay.” Fumbling with my fingers on my lap as he

leaned away from the car, I called for him again. He stopped. “Make it four

then,” I requested with a small voice. Farewell, stupid non-diet. “Please.”

Aaron looked at me in silence for a long moment. So long that I

wondered if I shouldn’t have ordered an extra taco. When he finally spoke, he

did so quietly, “Try not to fall asleep again, okay? I can’t promise there will

be any food left when, or if, I ever manage to wake you up.”

My eyes narrowed. “You’d better not ever do that, Blackford,” I said

under my breath a second after he smashed the car door closed and crossed

the street to the Mexican food truck.

Not more than thirty minutes later, I held in my hands a warm takeout

container that smelled absolutely amazing as I shut my apartment door

behind me. Five tacos—Aaron had gotten me five and not four, like I had

told him. With a side of rice with serrano peppers too. And he hadn’t let me

pay for any of it.

“I got you,” he had said.

After that, he proceeded to save his number in my phone and asked me to

send him my flight details the moment I got home. Then, he’d made me

promise I’d eat and go to sleep. As if that wasn’t exactly what I had been

dying to do.

So, without giving in to the panic that I’d surely wake up tomorrow in, I

did exactly as he had said.

He. Aaron Blackford. My soon-to-be boss and even-sooner-to-be fake

date to my sister’s wedding.

Because just like he had said, he really did get me.

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