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me. They were filled with a little challenge. And a little expectation.
He was baiting me. Offering me an insight into Aaron Blackford’s
unknown—and presumed to be nonexistent—personal life. He knew I’d want
to know.
Well played, Blackford.
“Why me?” I asked him, being drawn to the light like a stupid fly. “Why
not anyone else?”
His gaze didn’t waver when he answered, “Because if all these months
we have worked together have taught me anything, it’s that you are the only
woman I know crazy enough to do something like this. You might be my
only option too.”
I wouldn’t take that as a compliment because it hadn’t been one. He had
just called me crazy. But shit. Something about it—about the way he had said
it, about this bizarre day and this unexpected turn of events in which I had
found out he also needed someone, just like I did—seemed to wear me down.
“You do know that you’ll have to fly to Spain with me for a whole
weekend, right?”
A simple nod. “Yes.”
“And in exchange, you want just one night? One single night of me
pretending to be your date?”
He nodded again, and this time, something solidified in his stare. In the
way his jaw was clamped and his lips formed a flat line. Determination. I
knew that look. I had argued against that look on many occasions.
Then, he spoke, “Do we have a deal?”
Have we really lost our minds?
We gazed at each other in silence as my lips played with the answer,
moving wordlessly until they didn’t. “Okay.” There was a big chance we had
really lost our minds, yes. “Deal.”
Something flickered across Aaron’s face. “Deal,” he repeated.
Yep, we have definitely lost them.
This deal between us was uncharted territory. And the air was suddenly
thick with something that made it hard for me to take in a full breath.
“All right. Okay. Good.” I brushed a finger over the surface of the
impeccable dashboard. “So, we have a deal.” I inspected an imaginary dust
particle, feeling my anxiety rise with every extra second I spent inside.
“There’s a mountain of details we need to discuss.” Namely the fact that he’d
need to pretend to be the man I was supposedly dating and not just my