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Realization dawned. “You were …” I couldn’t believe this. Any of this.
My reaction to him. The fact that he had just made me … hot, just for fun and
giggles. “You were just making a point.”
His lips twitched. “Maybe I was,” Aaron said, finally stepping out of my
personal space and turning away. He looked over at me, that tug of his lips
still up. “Are you disappointed, Catalina?”
I can’t believe this.
And what was worse, this only meant that he was aware of the effect he
had on me. He knew what his proximity did to my senses. To my body. And
he had just used it to win this stupid discussion.
I gaped at his profile as he brought his mug to his lips, looking all
pleased.
“You know what, Aaron?” I shrugged my shoulders, fighting the smile
that wanted to break across my expression. “I truly am disappointed.”
“You are?” That smug look fell off his face.
“Oh, so much. And you know what I do when that happens?” I turned to
Sally. “Sally, I’ll have one of everything you have on display. And I changed
my mind. I’ll get everything to go, please.” My lips broke on what I hoped
wasn’t an evil grin. “He insists on paying.” I pointed at Aaron with my
thumb. “So, please, let him do that before he runs away all your customers
with I don’t know what antics about him getting on his knees.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want that,” Sally said with a wink. “You do like our
lemon bars. Should I put two instead of one?” she asked as she grabbed one
of the biggest containers.
I nodded. “What a lovely idea. I do love them, and why not two blueberry
muffins too? They look fantastic from here.”
Aaron remained by my side as he witnessed my little display. “If you
think I’m not elated to see you eat, then you don’t understand how serious I
was yesterday.”
I ignored the way that made me feel.
“But I still hope you are going to share.”
“I thought you were treating me, not the other way around.” I turned in
his direction again, leaning my hip on the counter and placing a hand on my
waist.
If I hadn’t known him any better, it would have been easy to overlook the
unfiltered amusement shining in his eyes. But it was right there.
And as I peered into that handsome face I had despised—perhaps