Chapter 83


    “You know what, Aaron?” I shrugged my shoulders, fighting the smile that wanted to break across my expression. “I


    truly am disappointed.”


    “You are?” That smug look fell off his face.


    “Oh, so much. And you know what I do when that happens?” I turned to Sally. “Sally, I’ll have one of everything you


    have on disy. And I changed my mind. I’ll get everything to go, please.” My lips broke on what I hoped wasn’t an


    evil grin. “He insists on paying.” I pointed at Aaron with my thumb. “So, please, let him do that before he runs away all


    your customers with I don’t know what antics about him getting on his knees.”


    “Oh, I wouldn’t want that,” Sally said with a wink. “You do like our lemon bars. Should I put two instead of one?” she


    asked as she grabbed one of the biggest containers.


    I nodded. “What a lovely idea. I do love them, and why not two blueberry muffins too? They look fantastic from here.”


    Aaron remained by my side as he witnessed my little disy. “If you think I’m not ted to see you eat, then you don’t


    understand how serious I was yesterday.”


    I ignored the way that made me feel.


    “But I still hope you are going to share.”


    “I thought you were treating me, not the other way around.” I turned in his direction again, leaning my hip on the


    counter and cing a hand on my waist.


    If I hadn’t known him any better, it would have been easy to overlook the unfiltered amusement shining in his eyes.


    But it was right there.


    And as I peered into that handsome face I had despised—perhaps unfairly, okay, fine—so often in the past, it hit me. I


    was just as amused, if not a little more. And we did not have only that inmon. Both of us were doing an awful job


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    But somehow, for the first time in history, neither of us seemed to care. We simply continued looking at each other as


    we stood there. Gazes locked. Both of us fighting what I knew were petty smiles. Hiding our amusement like a pair of


    stubborn idiots, waiting for the other to break and grin first.


    “All right.” Sally’s voice broke through the spell, making me turn abruptly. She was smiling. Brightly. “Order packed and


    ready.”


    “Okay, thanks,” I muttered. With a little bit of a struggle, I managed to gently hug everything to my chest. “All right,


    ckford. Thank you too. Always a pleasure doing business with you.”


    “You really are not going to share, are you?”


    “Nope.”


    We stared at each other for a long moment.


    “I …” He trailed off, looking like he was changing his mind about something. My heart raced. “I don’t like running


    through the terminal. So, try not to bete tomorrow. It’s not—”


    “Cute. I know, ckford. Bye.” Then, I turned on my heels and walked away.


    First, he’d persecuted my sweets, and now, this.


    One day, I was going to throw something at that ridiculously symmetrical face of his. I truly was, but it was never going


    to be a brownie.


    Chapter Thirteen


    Aaron was neverte. He wasn’t programmed for that kind of careless behavior.


    I knew because I had been trying to be painfully earlier than him to every single appointment our calendars had in


    He had seen reason and realized how ludicrous our n was.


    My n, which he had agreed to.


    Or was it the other way around? At this point, I didn’t know anymore.


    Not that it mattered if he wasn’ting.


    Because that was the only reasonable exnation as to why I found myself in the middle of the Departures terminal,


    under the huge panel that disyed the status and times of all the outgoing flights, cold sweat running down my back


    and no one by my side. At least, not the surly blue-eyed man who should have been here right about now.


    Gaze roaming around, I let that sink in.


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