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yours.” I had refused to save Aaron’s number because, again, I was a grudgeholder.
Something that didn’t make me feel all that great right now, but that
didn’t change the truth. “Why would I have needed it anyway?”
I watched him take in my words for a moment, and then he shook his
head lightly. Straightening, he leaned away from the kitchen island.
“What was so important then?” He got us back on track. “What details do
you need disclosed with so much urgency?”
“I can’t pick an outfit if I don’t know where we are going, Blackford,” I
pointed out with a shrug. “It’s like Dressing Up for Dummies 101.”
“But I told you.” One of his eyebrows rose. “A social commitment.”
“That’s what you said.” I placed the bottle on the counter and then
brought my hands together. “And it wasn’t enough information. I need a few
more details.”
“An evening gown,” the hardheaded, blue-eyed man answered. “That
should have been enough information to pick a dress.”
Scoffing, I brought a hand to my fluffy pink chest and clutched my
metaphoric pearls. “Enough information?” I repeated very slowly.
A nod. “Yes.”
I sneered, not believing my eyes. He genuinely thought he was right
about this. “One- and two-worded responses are not enough information,
Aaron.”
Especially after seeing that he looked ready to jump into an Upper East
Side gala where people air-kissed each other and talked about their vacations
in the Hamptons. I certainly didn’t have anything like that in my wardrobe.
“What’s so hard to understand about the words evening and gown?” His
hand absently went to the sleeve of his tux jacket. “They are gowns for
evening events. Dresses.”
I blinked.
“Are you really explaining that to me?” I started feeling a new wave of
frustration rush to my head. “You are just …” I continued, fisting my hands,
edging very close to really throwing something at him. “Ugh.”
Aaron’s hands went to his pants pockets as he eyed me, looking all …
handsome and classy in that goddamn tux.
Something must have bubbled all the way to my face because the way he
looked at me changed.
“It’s a charity event. A fundraiser that takes place every year,” he
explained.