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time, I’d be jeopardizing my career, too, not just the credibility of my work,
my reputation as a woman, or my social life. And it would all be on me.
Taking another sip of coffee from my mug, I tried to shove all that aside.
Whatever I thought was going on between Aaron and me would have to
… not go. Anywhere.
Because it couldn’t. It wouldn’t. And it was all a lie anyway.
As if the very devil was being summoned by Charo, who kept talking
about him, or by me, who kept thinking about him one way or the other,
Aaron materialized in the kitchen. His eyes immediately found me, as if I
were the only thing between these four walls.
My mug froze midair. My lips parted, and my gaze was hungry to take all
of him in. But how could I not? The simple tee that covered his broad chest
did nothing to hide a body I now knew had been carefully cultivated to
perfection for years. Decades. Those loose pajama pants I had seen hanging
low on his hips last night still did. Enticing me. Making me think of how he
had pressed those hips into me with painfully delicious softness.
But it was the look on his face that started—no, rekindled—the fluttering
sensation in the pit of my stomach. His features were seemingly snug with
sleep, relaxed, and his hair was adorably ruffled. But his eyes … well, there
wasn’t a trace of sleep there. They told a whole different story. One I had the
strong suspicion was extremely similar to the one bubbling in mine.
And that only encouraged the flutter to take flight and spread to the rest
of my body.
Averting my gaze before all this gawking and daydreaming damaged my
brain, I forced my lungs to take in the oxygen my body seemed to need in
that moment.
“Ay!” Charo’s screech made me flinch. “Mira quién está aquí! Good
morning, Aaron. We were just talking about you.”
Peeking at Aaron, I saw his eyes widen and then quickly return to its
normal size.
“Good morning,” he said into the room, looking still startled. It was cute.
No, it was actually shocking that he had not spotted Charo’s bright red hair
like a beacon in the distance. “I hope everything you guys were saying was
good.” He accompanied that with a teeny-tiny, lopsided smile.
“Of course, of course.” Charo waved a hand in the air. “We have been
waiting for you to wake up. I bet Lina was missing you.”
My back stiffened, and Aaron’s head whirled slowly in my direction.