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completely in love. If they find out about our arrangement, they won’t let me

live it down. It will be humiliating. Probably a million times worse than

attending the wedding alone and having them pity me until the end of my

days.”

If they discovered that I had convinced someone to act as my boyfriend,

someone who wasn’t even a friend, I would only manage to confirm what

they’d already believed about me. That I was the broken, stuck, and pathetic

Lina they saw.

Aaron’s eyes sparked with what looked like understanding. As if

something had finally clicked together. The truth behind my motivation

perhaps? I hoped not. But whatever it was, it was short-lived because we

were interrupted.

His attention shifted to the flight attendant hovering right above our

heads.

She directed a radiant smile at him. One he didn’t reciprocate. “Would

you like something to drink, Mr. Blackford? Miss Martín?”

“Two gin and tonics, please,” he said without so much as a second glance

to the flight attendant. “That okay, baby?”

My head reared back at that last word. Baby. “Yes, sure,” I whispered,

feeling my cheeks heat immediately.

Okay, that had … that had been … I had never been baby to anyone. And

judging by the quick flutter in my stomach, I had kind of liked it. Oh boy. I

had actually liked hearing that. Even if it had been fake.

“Thank you, erm …” I stole a glance at the flight attendant, who was

eyeing Aaron in an appreciative way. “Thank you, boyfriend.”

The woman nodded at us with a tight-lipped smile. “I’ll be back with

your drinks.”

“You know,” Aaron started in a hushed voice once she was gone, “you

are worried about me messing up and mixing up dozens of Spanish names

that I’ve heard for the first time today, and yet you overlook that calling me

boyfriend will probably give it all away rather quickly.”

“Dozens of names?” I hissed. “More like a dozen.”

Aaron cut me a look.

“A couple dozen, tops. But you might be right,” I admitted, earning a

shocked look from him. “What pet name would you like me to call you?”

“Whatever makes you the happiest. Just pick one.”

In that moment, the effect of the baby came back with a vengeance. “I

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