The-Spanish-Love-Deception-www.indianpdf

“Okay, those are the facts. But what’s on your mind?”
“Right now?” I asked, to which she nodded. “That we should have picked
up dessert.”
“Lina …” Rosie placed both arms on the table and leaned on them. “You
know what I am asking.” She glanced at me sharply, which, when it came to
Rosie, meant patiently but without a smile. Or a smaller than usual one.
“What are you going to do about all of this?”
What the hell do I know?
Shrugging, I let my gaze roam around the coworking space, taking in the
chipped, old barn tables and the hanging ferns adorning the red brick wall to
my left. “Ignore this until my plane touches Spanish ground and I have to
explain why my boyfriend is not with me?”
“Sweetie, are you sure you want to do that?”
“No.” I shook my head. “Yes.” Bringing both hands to my temples, I tried
to massage away the start of a headache. “I don’t know.”
Rosie seemed to take that in for a long moment. “What if you actually
consider him for this?”
My hands dropped from my temples to the wooden surface, and my
stomach plunged to my feet. “Consider who?”
I knew exactly who. I just couldn’t believe she was even suggesting it.
She humored me by replying, “Aaron.”
“Oh, Lucifer’s favorite son? I don’t see how I should consider him for
anything.”
Watching how Rosie clasped her hands together on the table, as if she
were readying herself for a business negotiation, I narrowed my eyes at her.
“I don’t think Aaron is all that bad,” she had the nerve to say.
All I gave her was a very dramatic gasp.
My friend rolled her eyes, not buying my bullshit. “Okay, so he’s … a
little dry, and he takes things a little too seriously,” she pointed out, as if
using the word little would make him any better. “But he has his good traits.”
“Good traits?” I snorted. “Like what? His stainless steel interior?”
The joke bounced right off. Ugh, that meant serious business.
“Would it be that bad to actually talk to him about what he offered you?
Because he was the one who offered himself, by the way.”
Yes, it would. Because I still hadn’t figured out why he had done that in
the first place.
“You know what I think of him, Rosie,” I told her with a no-nonsense