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staring at us. Eating it all up like one looked at a train wreck. How morbid.
How very sad.
“Catalina?” I heard Aaron say with growing urgency.
I finally zeroed in on him, a smile wanting to claw its way out of me but
dying off before it could. “Nothing,” I breathed out, shaking my head.
Wishing to will him away from here. I didn’t want Aaron anywhere near this.
I didn’t want Gerald’s poison to touch him, to splatter onto him. “Nothing’s
going on.”
Something in his face was screaming at me to touch him, to cup his jaw
and comfort him with soft kisses. But I didn’t do any of that. I simply
watched how he turned toward my friend.
“Rosie,” Aaron said, sounding so … wrong. So unlike Aaron. “Tell me
what’s going on.”
I looked at my friend, silently begging her not to say a word. He’d be
enraged, and I knew Aaron well enough to be certain that he’d do something.
He’d do anything.
But Rosie shook her head. “Gerald knows.”
Aaron didn’t need more than that to guess what had just happened
because his profile hardened into granite.
“Not like you two tried to hide it.” Gerald laughed again, as if this were
all a big joke to him. “Paul saw you two yesterday, but hey, I get it. It’s not a
big deal, man.”
Everybody was watching, enraptured by the unfolding drama. And, God,
I was so … weary and worn out. I wanted to rewind life and go back to any
point before this.
“A word of advice? Don’t shit where you eat, Blackford. Word gets out.
Especially if you are sleeping around with employees. But good for you, and
hey, not that I blame her either. I see the appeal in getting it on with the
boss.”
Silence. Thick, loaded silence engulfed us.
Then, Aaron’s voice sliced right through it. Sharp as a razor. “Do you
want to keep your job?”
Oh no.
Aaron’s words had been meant for Gerald, but they harpooned their way
right into my chest.
“Aaron, no.” I stepped forward, my hand coming to his arm.
“Oh, my mistake, Blackford.” Gerald tapped his head with a finger.