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know. And I hope you have enough clothes in that tiny suitcase you are
carrying.”
“Ridiculous,” he murmured. “You are a ridiculous woman.”
“We’ll see who’s the ridiculous one when something accidentally
happens to your shirt, tie, or suit, and you have to wear one of my dresses to
the wedding.”
A grunt reached my ears. “Six pairs of shoes,” the scowling man in casual
wear muttered. “Ridiculous woman packing her own weight in clothes.” He
went on, almost too low for me to make out.
“If it’s too heavy for you, you can give it back. I was doing fine myself.”
His head shot in my direction, giving me a look that told me that wasn’t
an option.
Sighing, I accepted the help. “Thank you, Blackford. That’s very kind of
you.”
“And you were not doing fine,” he countered back, making me want to
take back my thank-you. “You could have hurt yourself.”
Aaron veered for the left, and I finally tracked down the counters
matching the airline we were flying with.
I followed him. “I appreciate the concern, Big A. But I’ve got my own set
of muscles.”
He brushed over my use of his nickname. “Of course. You have to be
stubborn on top of ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath.
I had to hide my smile. “Said the kettle to the pot.”
With a last sideways glance, Aaron sped out, letting his long legs carry
him away with his small and reasonable suitcase and my ridiculously
brimming bag off his shoulder.
From my position a couple of steps behind him, I had no choice but to let
my gaze travel down his backside. A not-too-small and certainly not-veryquiet
part of me was a little in awe by how his jeans hugged those muscled
thighs, which had once propelled him across a football field. That same part
got a little louder when my eyes trailed up, catching how his biceps, which I
knew had carried a brown melonlike leather ball across that very same field,
were bunched as his arm held the weight of my bag.
Ugh. It was terribly disturbing how distracting Aaron’s backside was now
that I knew more of him. Now that I knew all these tiny little pieces of his
life.
The ones I had found out about the night of the fundraiser, sure. But also