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“Well, Gabi saved the best for last.” I sighed. “Now comes the real
competition.” I gestured with my hands, as if I were unveiling a huge
surprise. “The star of the Wedding Cup: the soccer match.”
Aaron hummed, lost in thought for a short moment. “I don’t think I’ve
ever played soccer.”
I perked up. “Never, ever?” I watched his head nod. A chance to win.
“Like, not even once?”
“Not even once,” he answered. His mouth opened and then clamped
down when Gabi hushed us in the distance.
Jesus, that woman needed to cool down. We straightened and faced away
from each other.
Aaron lowered his voice, speaking from the side of his mouth, “You think
that will be a problem? She seems … a little strict.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about her.” I waved my hand, keeping my eyes up
front. “You, on the other hand? I’d worry about getting the hang of it in
time.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I sensed Aaron glancing over at me quickly.
“And what happens if I don’t?”
My smile turned lopsided. “Then, Team Groom will lose. Miserably.”
I didn’t think that would happen, but Aaron had admitted to something he
wasn’t amazing at. And that was new. I stole a quick glance in his direction;
he had tilted his head and crossed his arms over his chest.
“If you end up sucking at soccer and messing up, everybody will blame
you. But it’s okay; you can’t be good at everything.”
He didn’t move or say anything.
“And you couldn’t be scared of dancing with the rest of the guys, right?”
Another quick look allowed me to see the word challenge written all over his
face. I snickered. “Oh, maybe you are. I didn’t peg you for a chicken, but it
kinda looks good on you. Maybe I should call you pollito instead of osito.”
His head turned very slowly. My gaze remained on him as I helplessly
forgot about Gabi.
“Did you just call me a chicken?” he said, the blue in his eyes flaring. “In
two different languages?”
“Oh, you bet I did. I would be scared too. Our team is strong.” It wasn’t.
“And just so you know, I make for a wonderful central defender.” I didn’t.
“But maybe you don’t know what that means. It’s okay. Just know that some
used to call me Ruthless Lina.” Not exactly true either.