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He retrieved his hand, the movement brisk and stiff.
I swallowed, grabbing on to the seat belt that now rested where his palm
had been. “I don’t want to ruin it.”
“You won’t.”
“Okay,” I said, stealing a quick glance at him.
His gaze was on the road, shooting daggers at whoever had been
responsible for that little mishap.
“Thanks.”
Then, we were moving again. The car was filled with silence while
Aaron’s attention remained on his task and mine took the chance to scatter.
I surprised myself, thinking of Rosie’s words.
“I don’t think Aaron is all that bad,” she had said earlier today.
But why had that thought waited to seep in until right now? To sound so
loud and clear in my head? It wasn’t like Mr. Sunshine here was being any
nicer than he usually was.
Although he had sort of just saved me from the rain. And a good blow to
the head.
Silently sighing, I cursed myself for what I was about to do.
“Thank you for printing out those papers for me, by the way,” I said
quietly, fighting the impulse to take it back immediately. But I didn’t. I could
be diplomatic. At least, right now. “It was very nice of you, Aaron.” That last
part had me wincing, the admission feeling funny on my tongue.
I turned to look at him, taking in his hard profile. I watched the tight line
of his jaw relax a little.
“You are welcome, Catalina.”
He kept his gaze on the road.
Whoa. Look at us. That was … very civil.
Before I could delve any more into that, a shiver crawled all the way
down my back, making me shudder. I hugged my middle in hopes of getting
warmer inside the wet clusterfuck that was my clothing.
Aaron’s hand shot to the console, changing the temperature setting and
switching on the heating of my seat. I immediately felt the pleasant hot air
brushing my ankles and arms, my legs growing gradually warmer.
“Better?”
“Much. Thank you.” I faced him with a small smile.
His head turned, and he searched my face with a skeptical expression.
It was almost as if he were waiting for me to add something.