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ourselves in. Except that the chair next to me would have been empty. Or
occupied by someone else like my abuela or Daniel’s fiancée, knowing my
luck. Or hey, maybe it would have been that escort I had briefly considered
hiring. But either way, it would have been someone who didn’t make my
heart race with nothing more than a look or my belly tumble with one of
those smiles that I was beginning to covet just for myself.
So, as I looked in Daniel’s direction, I realized a few things. First and
foremost, my gut reaction to lie and thrust myself—and Aaron—into this
ludicrous plan had been, perhaps, a little excessive. Then, there was the fact
that despite being excessive, having Aaron with me had made everything
easier in a way that I would never have fathomed. And last—and I struggled
with wrapping my head around this one—there was a considerably large part
of me, one that I was trying really hard to ignore but failing at it, that didn’t
regret any of it.
And that was extremely dumb of me. Because the man I found myself
flushing around—and not regretting having by my side—would soon become
my boss.
“So, Aaron,” my mother said, returning me back to the present, “Isabel
explained how you two met and started dating.” Her eyes sparkled, and I bet
it had to do more with the wine. “That story you told them last night in the
sidrería. It sounded so romantic, just like one of those movies we watch on
the Netflix.”
Of course, my mother would veer the conversation in that direction.
“It’s just Netflix, Mamá,” I muttered, playing with my hands on the table.
“And yeah. A proper office romance, just like in the movies, right?”
“Only this one is real,” Aaron said.
Real.
His words came rushing back into my mind. “I talked her into believing
that she needed me. Then, I showed her—proved to her—that she did.”
My heart tumbled down my chest.
“So, how much do you two actually work together?” My mother’s gaze
was directed at Aaron, an inquisitive smile on her lips that told me she was
dying to know everything there was to know.
“We both lead different teams, and we don’t work on the same projects,
but we see each other often.” He sent me a side-glance. “And if we don’t, I
make sure we do. I try to catch her on her break, steal a glance or two in the
hallways, pass by her office without having an excuse. Anything that will put