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Of all sports involving balls, soccer was probably the one I sucked at the
least. Although if I had ever been called ruthless, it wasn’t because I excelled
at playing the game, but because I ruthlessly ate the floor.
“Central defender, huh?”
I nodded. He didn’t need to know the truth.
Aaron dipped his head, his voice dropping too. “Are you trying to
impress me with sports lingo, Catalina?”
The way he had said my name was new. I couldn’t explain how, but it
had been different from any other time he had voiced those four syllables.
And it sent a shiver dancing down my arms.
“It’s sexy, but don’t ever feel like you need to impress me. I already am.”
My lips parted. I thought my breath had hitched too. Sexy. Had he really
said that out loud? My eyes searched his face for any trace of sarcasm or
evidence that it had been a joke. But before I could find anything, a
commotion broke behind us.
Turning, I discovered the newcomer responsible for it. The moment I got
a glimpse of the head of dark blond hair I knew—or had known—so well, a
heavy weight dropped to the pit of my stomach.
My ex was here. Daniel. Or at least, an older version of the man I
remembered. Back when we had dated, he could have been mistaken for a
guy my age. But that had changed. In the time we had not seen each other,
the way he looked had caught up with his age. And he had aged well. Time
had treated him kindly. The Daniel who was striding in my direction was an
attractive forty-year-old man, one who moved with the confidence only
someone who walked in front of a class filled with college students every day
would have.
Although he had always had that confidence, hadn’t he? Wasn’t that
exactly what had led me to crush on my professor in the first place? It was
during that very first lecture I attended. He walked in, cleared his throat, and
flashed that dimple. It didn’t take more than that. I had been a goner.
A lame, pathetic goner, crushing on her Physics professor. Or so I had
thought, but then, by some magical turn of events, he had reciprocated my
attention. He did more than that. And I had believed we had something real.
Something lasting, just how Gonzalo and Isabel did.
And then everything had blown up in my face. Not in our faces, no.
Daniel had been spared the nightmare.
“Is that Daniel?” Aaron’s low and hushed question returned me back to