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C H A P T E R S E V E N
W
e had been driving in silence for the longest fifteen minutes of
my life when I decided I could not take it any longer.
I wasn’t in the mood for small talk, and I knew that
waiting for Aaron to say something would be like waiting for a brick wall to
crack open and reveal the entrance to a wizardly world. But if I didn’t say
anything to fill in this silence, I’d have to jump out of the moving car.
“So, a fundraiser.” My words fell into the reduced and quiet space,
sounding too loud.
Aaron nodded, his gaze remaining on the road and both hands on the
steering wheel. “For a good cause, naturally.”
Another nod.
“And it takes place every year?”
An affirmative grunt.
If he didn’t start talking, saying anything, I wouldn’t jump out of the
moving car; I’d be pushing him out.
“And …” I needed a question that wouldn’t strictly require a yes or no
answer. “How are the funds going to be raised?”
He seemed to consider that for a long moment, almost making me believe
I’d really have to shove him out.
“An auction.”
Finally. “What’s being auctioned?” I fidgeted with the simple gold cuff
bracelet that circled my wrist, waiting for an answer that never came. “Is it
art?” I turned the smooth piece of jewelry around. “Golf lessons?” Another
turn. “A yacht?” I looked at him. Nothing. No answer. “Elvis’s underwear?”
That got me a reaction. He sent me a puzzled look and then returned his