Chapter 67


    Aaron ckford will be promoted to head of the division, and I just went on a date with him. A fake date but one to


    anyone looking.


    For an instant, I was hurled back in time. To a past I had left behind and did not want to remember. Or relive ever


    again.


    Shaking my head, I tried to appease the whirlwind of unwee memories. No, I wouldn’t think of that right now, not


    in front of everyone.


    My gaze, which was stilltched on to Aaron, studied his vacant expression.


    This changed everything. Whatever was … between us.


    It no longer mattered that he was my only option. It didn’t matter anymore that no one in Spain would believe we were


    dating because we bickered and argued constantly. It did not matter that he had confessed he never wanted to be my


    friend and that I didn’t know where that left us.


    None of that mattered because, now, the deal was off. It had to be off.


    I would not y charades with the man who was to be promoted to head of my division. My boss.


    There was no way I’d put myself in a situation I had already been in, which had ended up so badly. For me. Only for


    me. So, even if all of it would be fake—had been fakest Saturday—I simply would not risk it.


    The screeching of chairs brought me back to the room. I watched everyone swiftly stand up and scatter, Aaron


    included.


    I met Rosie’s gaze, gaping green eyes framed by dark curls.


    Holy shit, my friend mouthed.


    Holy shit indeed.


    And she didn’t even know all of it yet.


    I caught a glimpse of Aaron’s back somewhere behind Rosie, and a resolution that hadn’t been there a moment ago


    solidified in my mind. Mamá had taught me better than to leave things hanging over my head. Ignoring and waiting for


    them to go away on their own wasn’t the smart thing to do. Because they didn’t. Sooner orter—and just when you


    least expected them to—they’d fall off right on top of you, and chances were, they’d take you down with them if you let


    them.


    With newfound determination driving my body, I waved at Rosie and let my legs walk me out of the meeting room. My


    short limbs were on a mission, trying to catch up with the long strides of the man I was chasing.


    In the matter of a couple of minutes, which wasn’t long but about enough for my heart to start racing with a weird and


    strange anticipation,


    he reached his office. I entered only a few steps behind him.


    I watched Aaron walk up to his chair and let his body fall onto it, his lids falling shut and his right hand reaching for his


    face. He rubbed his eyes.


    He must have thought he was alone because I didn’t think Aaron had ever allowed himself to look like this when there


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    was someone around. So weary. Real and not that steel facade he always put on.


    Just like it had happened on Saturday, the urge tofort him rose again. And despite myself, I almost started in his


    direction and asked if he was okay. Thankfully, the littlemon sense I had around this man stepped in and stopped


    me from embarrassing myself.


    Aaron did not want myfort. He didn’t even want to be my friend.


    Standing on the other side of his desk, only that piece of functional furniture separating us, I finally made my presence


    noticed. “Congrattions!” I blurted with a dose of extra enthusiasm that I regretted immediately.


    Aaron straightened in his chair, his palm falling to the armrest. “Catalina,” he said in a voice that, now, I could not hear


    without thinking ofst Saturday. His gaze zeroed in on me, his features piecing back together. “Thank you.”


    “You deserve the promotion.”


    He did. And beneath everything I was feeling in that moment, I was only happy for him. Genuinely.


    He nodded in silence.


    Grabbing on to my nner with both hands, knowing it was the only way I could keep myself from fidgeting, I hunted


    my disjointed mind for a way to voice what I hade here to say as we stared at each other in silence.


    “I think we should …” I trailed off, still not finding a way to say it. “I think it’s better if we—” I shook my head. “I know


    you probably don’t have the time to talk. But I think we should do that.” I watched him frown. “Privately.” That frown


    deepened. “If you have the time, of course.”


    I didn’t want that door behind me closed because the idea of being in a room with Aaron made my heart do silly,


    stupid things that I was trying really hard to ignore. But it was the only way to ensure nobody would eithere in or


    walk by and overhear us.


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