Chapter 5


    His eyebrows rose, amusement barely entering his eyes. “Now,e on; we both know you wouldn’t.


    While there are chimpanzees that would rise up to the asion, it will be your ex standing there. Your


    family. You said you need to make an impression, and I will aplish exactly that.” He tilted his head.


    “I’m your best option.”


    I snorted, pping my hands once. Smug blue-eyed pain in my ass. “You are my best nothing,


    ckford. And I have plenty of other options,” I countered, shrugging a shoulder. “I’ll find someone on


    Tinder. Maybe put out an ad in the New York Times. I can find someone.”


    “In only a few weeks? Highly unlikely.”


    “Rosie has friends. I’ll take one of them.”


    That had been my n all along. It was the reason why I had grabbed Rosie so early in the day.


    Rookie mistake on my part, I realized. I should have waited to get off work and gotten Rosie to a safe,


    Aaron-free ce to talk. But after yesterday’s call with Mamá … yeah. Things had changed. My


    situation had definitely changed. I needed someone, and I couldn’t stress enough that anyone would


    do. Anyone who wasn’t Aaron, of course. Rosie had been born and raised in the city. There had to be


    someone she knew.


    “Right, Rosie? One of your friends must be avable.”


    My friend’s head popped in again. “Maybe Marty? He loves weddings.”


    I shot a quick nce at her. “Wasn’t Marty the one who got drunk at your cousin’s wedding, stole the


    mic from the band, and sang ‘My Heart Will Go On’ until your brother had to drag him off the stage?”


    “That would be him.” She winced.


    “Yeah, no.” I couldn’t have that at my sister’s wedding. She’d rip his heart out of his chest and serve it


    as dessert. “What about Ryan?”


    “Happily engaged.”


    A sigh left my lips. “Not surprised. Ryan is a total catch.”


    “I know. That’s why I tried so many times to get you two together, but you—”


    I cleared my throat loudly, interrupting her. “We aren’t discussing why I am single.” I quickly nced


    back at Aaron. His eyes were on me, narrowed. “How about … Terry?”


    “Moved to Chicago.”


    “Dammit.” I shook my head, closing my eyes for an instant. This was useless. “Then, I’ll hire an actor.


    Pay him to act as my date.”


    “That’s probably expensive,” Aaron said tly. “And actors aren’t exactly lying around, waiting for single


    people to hire and parade them as their plus-ones.”


    I pinned him with an exasperated look. “I’ll get a professional escort.”


    His lips pressed in that tight, almost-hermetic way they did when he was extremely irritated. “You’d take


    a male prostitute to your sister’s wedding before taking me?”


    “I said, an escort, ckford. Por Dios,” I muttered, watching his eyebrows bunch and turn into the


    scowl. “I’m not looking for that kind of service. I just need apanion. That’s all they do. They escort


    you to events.”


    “That’s not what they do, Catalina.” His voice was deep and icy. Covering me in his frosty judgment.


    “Haven’t you watched any romanticedies ever?” I watched the scowl deepen. “Not even The


    Wedding Date?”


    No answer, just more of that arctic staring.


    “Do you even watch movies? Or do you just … work?”


    There was a possibility that he didn’t even own a television. His expression didn’t change.


    God, I don’t have time for this. For him.


    “You know what? Not important. I don’t care.” I threw my hands up and then sped them together.


    “Thank you for … this. Whatever it was. Great input. But I don’t need you.”


    “I think you do.”


    I blinked at him. “I think you are annoying.”


    “Catalina,” he started, making my irritation grow with the way he uttered my name. “You are delusional


    if you think you can find someone in such a short amount of time.”


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