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eyes were the deep shade of blue that usually told me he was serious and all

business—which I hoped wasn’t the case—or that lighter blue that preceded a

battle. The only thing I could notice was how his shoulders seemed tense. A

little wider than usual. They almost dwarfed the otherwise spacious interior

of the car. Hell, looking at him now, his whole body seemed to do exactly

that. Even the distance between his seat and the steering wheel was overly

wide to accommodate his long legs. So much that I bet a person could easily

fit in there.

By the time I found myself wondering what he would say if I jumped on

his lap to test my theory, Aaron cleared his throat. Probably twice.

“Catalina.” He drew my attention back to his face.

“Do you …” I trailed off, a little shaken by the fact that my mind had

taken me to Aaron’s lap. I am ridiculous. “Do you want to pee or

something?”

Aaron frowned and rearranged his body in his seat, angling it toward me.

“No.” He looked at me weirdly. “I’ll probably regret asking this, but why do

you think I want to?”

“You are parked in my street. In front of my building. I thought maybe

you needed to use the bathroom. And I hoped it wouldn’t be number two,

honestly.”

I watched his chest inflate with a deep breath and then release all the air

out.

“No, I don’t need to use the bathroom.”

His gaze studied me, as if he couldn’t figure out why I was there, inside

his car. And in the meantime, I wondered exactly the same thing.

My fingers finally made work of the seat belt, snapping it free as I felt his

eyes boring holes into my side.

“So, what’s your answer?”

My whole body froze. “My answer?”

“To my offer. Have you thought about it? And please”—dammit, that

word again—“stop pretending you don’t remember. I know you do.”

My heart tripped, tumbling down for a horrifying second. “I’m not

pretending,” I murmured, doing exactly what he had asked me not to.

But in my defense, I needed to win some time to figure this out. How to

… deal with the situation. And more importantly, to figure out why.

Why was he offering? Why was he insisting? Why was he going through

the hassle? Why did he think he could be the one to help me? Why did he

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