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soccer match, as if he hadn’t just made parts of my body dissolve into a goo I
didn’t know what to do with.
That flawless, shirtless, blue-eyed bastard. Throwing me off-balance like
that.
I had been so caught up in all that, that I hadn’t noticed Daniel’s
apprehensive gaze. It bounced a couple of times between Aaron and me
before finally settling on the man he thought I was dating. Not for long
though. A moment after that, Daniel turned, clapped Gonzalo’s back, and
started toward the improvised soccer field.
Before joining the rest of the guys, Aaron stepped into me, stopping only
when the point of our sneakers touched. He leaned in, his mouth dangerously
close to my ear, as if he were about to tell me a secret just meant for me.
My throat bobbed.
“What do you think?” he asked, his words tickling the shell of my ear.
“You are … okay,” I mumbled like a total idiot.
I heard his chuckle. “Thank you, I think. But I wasn’t asking about that.”
Oh.
“I’ll take the compliment though. For now.”
“What-what did you mean then?”
“I think that so far, we are doing a good job. What do you think?”
Oh, so he meant that. The charade, of course. Yes, that made more sense.
I nodded my head.
“We make a good team, Catalina.” And there it was, my name again.
Voiced in that way that was all … new.
I cleared my throat, trying to ignore the fact that my face was about a
palm from his flawless and bare pectoral. “We do,” I murmured.
Aaron lowered his voice. “I had no idea we would walk into that.” He
cocked his head. “Caught me off guard, but it’s okay. I’m starting to
understand.”
Confusion swirled in me. There was nothing to understand. Granted, there
was a part I hadn’t told Aaron—which wasn’t the smartest way to go about it
—but that remained in the past. It didn’t affect our goal here.
“Just keep doing what you are doing,” I told him, swallowing the lump
stuck in my throat. “Focus on pretending you are crazy about me, all right?”
I heard him hum; it was a low and short-lived sound, but it was enough to
make me step back, so I could look at his face. His eyes held that determined
edge I knew so well.