Chapter 85


    That would exin why he was barely blinking as he stared at me for a long moment.


    Time in which thest minute started settling in. Desperately, I searched my mind for something to say,


    anything to excuse my brief and temporary madness that had resulted in meunching my body at his.


    I came up empty.


    He finally broke the silence. “You thought I wasn’ting.”


    A part of me didn’t want to admit it. Even when it was pretty obvious.


    Aaron continued, usation in his voice, “You hugged me because you thought I wasn’ting.” His


    gaze was searching. As if he couldn’t believe or understand what had just happened. “You’ve never


    hugged me before.”


    I stepped further back, fumbling with my hands and feeling a little overwhelmed by the way he was


    looking at me. “I don’t think itputes as a hug when one of the parties remains like a wooden stick,


    Captain Not So Obvious.” I decided right then that in my head, it hadn’t been a hug. “Plus, you were


    As I backed away some more, putting the right amount of space between our bodies, my gaze finally


    managed to take him inpletely. From head to toe. And … yeah, from toe to head too. Because the


    soft fabric that had been pressed beneath my cheek a moment ago was a in white cotton T-shirt.


    And the legs that had remained unmovable under my hug attack were d in faded jeans. And the—


    Are those tennis shoes on his feet?


    Yes, they totally were.


    I had no idea what I had expected him to wear, but it surely wasn’t that. I hadn’t been prepared for the


    image of Aaron standing in front of me in something that wasn’t the long-sleeved button-down shirt


    tucked in his dress pants that I knew him in.


    Aaron looked rxed. Normal. Not like the aloof stainless steel–working machine I was around at work.


    The one that screamed at you to keep your distance.


    No. Ironically, what I wanted was to press my cheek against his chest again. Which was absolutely


    ridiculous. And dangerous too. This new version of Aaron was just as dangerous as the one that smiled


    andughed. Because I liked it. A little too much for the well-being of our n. Or mine.


    “Catalina,” Aaron called, forcing my gaze to return to his face.


    Cheeks heating, I pretended I hadn’t been ogling him. And appreciating what I ogled.


    “Yes?”


    “I asked if you were done with that?”


    Mierda. “Done with what exactly?” I scratched the side of my neck, trying to conceal my


    embarrassment.


    “Panicking. About me noting. Are you finally done with that? Because I am here now, just how I


    said I would be. And I wasn’tte. You just happened to be shockingly early.” He tilted his head slightly


    and then added, “For once.”


    Eyes narrowed, I checked the time on my phone. “Fine, you might be right.” I returned my gaze to his.


    “For once.”


    The right corner of his lips tipped up. “Good. So, now that we have established that,” he started, and I


    did not like one single bit how smug he looked all of a sudden, “do you think you are done looking at


    me like I have grown a second head too? Because I’d like to get going.”


    Busted. “Yep,” I squared my shoulders. “Done with that too.” I reached for the handle of my carry-on


    suitcase. “I just didn’t know you owned normal clothes.”


    Aaron cocked a brow.


    My treacherous eyes swept him head to toe again. Dammit, he looked really, really good, all cozy and


    I shook my head. “Come on, Mr. Robot. We have bags to check in,” I told him, forcing my eyes away.


    “Now that you are here and all.”


    Reaching for the weekender bag—which was filled to the brim—I lifted it off the floor, hung it off my


    shoulder, and tried to walk with as much grace as I could while probably looking a little bit like an


    overloaded Sherpa.


    In one long stride, Aaron caught up with me. I watched his eyebrow rise as he gave me a sideways


    nce. “How long are you nning on staying in Spain?” He eyed my two pieces of bigger than strictly


    necessary luggage. “I thought we’d be flying back on Monday.”


    “And we are.”


    Eyes wide, Aaron made a show out of looking me and my luggage up and down. “That’s how you pack


    for three days?”


    I quickened my pace while I tried really hard not to assnt on the terminal’s polished floor under the


    weight of the bag on my shoulder. “Yes. Why do you ask?”


    Instead of answering, his hand on my arm stopped my course. Without giving me a chance to


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