Chapter 98


    “A little briefing, please?” he queried. Aaron had finished unpacking—which I hadn’t—so he leaned his back on the


    wardrobe that was in the corner of the room and gave me his full attention.


    “You’ll be delighted to hear that we will spend the day outside, enjoying the warmth of the Spanish sun on our skin and


    doing something that has nothing to do with sipping mimosas and getting massages. Which was my idea.” I walked to


    the narrow dresser and grabbed a neat stack of towels. “My maid-of-honor duties were overruled by one of my


    youngest cousins, Gabi.” I ced the towels on theforter. “And that means only one thing.” I paused dramatically.


    “The Wedding Cup.”


    “The Wedding Cup?” A chuckle left Aaron’s lips.


    Strangely, that little noise made me want to smile. I ignored it and gave him a rundown of how we’d be upying our


    day instead.


    “In the Wedding Cup”—I sighed—“Team Bride, which isposed of all the females invited to the bachelor-sh-


    bachelorette party,petes against Team Groom, which will beposed of the male ones.” I said thatst part with


    sarcasm. “Real refreshing, huh? Boys against girls,peting in a series of games and activities. Yay.”


    Aaron nodded, not taking any side. “I can tell, you are very excited. But please continue.”


    I sent him a look. “The team that collects more points will secure the win and obtain the Wedding Cup.”


    “And is this cup a physical trophy or just a symbolic reward?” Aaron asked, and I could tell he was trying to take this


    seriously. Unsessfully. He could barely contain his amusement.


    “Listen”—my arms went to my hips in an attempt to make myself look imposing—“I told you I was not in control of this.


    I am more of a representative maid of honor. My cousin Gabi is one of those fitness-obsessed people, and she


    organized the whole thing. So, just be d that you are not stuck with me on your team.” Picking up my toiletry and


    makeup bags, I walked to the modest en suite bathroom as I kept absently filling Aaron in while I ced all my things


    on the narrow space avable. “I am not happy about this, okay? If it were for me, we would be at a spa while you


    guys went somewhere to do … guy stuff.”


    “Guy stuff?” I heard Aaron’s voiceing from the bedroom.


    “Yeah, punch your chests, drink beer like it’s the end of your lives, or go to a strip club. What do I know?” I shook my


    head, knowing I was being a little too stereotypical. “But no,” I continued, cing a travel-sized container of shampoo


    on the counter. “We couldn’t be so lucky. Funny enough, the one on board with this thing is Gonzalo. Who would have


    thought? A stupidpetition over enjoying hisst day as a bachelor away from his bride. Not that I’m shocked.


    Gonzalo has been crazy about my sister since the moment heid eyes on her. So, why would he want to spend a


    day away from her?”


    What they had was the real stuff. Honest, devoted, palpable love. The one that transcended distance, differences, and


    obstacles. The kind that was meant to be written about in books. Thinking of it filled my chest with warmth and longing


    for something I didn’t know I’d ever be able to find.


    “Anyway, Gonzalo is the Wedding Cup’s biggest cheerleader. And something tells me, he’ll be more than thrilled when


    he sees you. He’ll holler and bro-hug you, and you’ll be his new best friend. I can tell. Gon is sopetitive, always


    has been, so he’ll be over the moon to have the closest thing to a freaking Greek god on his team. Straight out of


    Olympia.” I snorted.


    Aaron did look a little like one of those sculptures. All stoic with smooth and symmetrical lines. Gonzalo would love


    Aaron on the—


    Hold up.


    What did I just say?


    My eyes closed at the realization that I had called Aaron a god. A Greek one. Out of Olympia. Out loud.


    Oh, please, bathroom walls, be thick and soundproof. Please.


    Sensing his presence somewhere behind me and considering the dimensions of both the room and en suite, I


    remained very still.


    I opened my eyes and looked at his reflection in the mirror in front of me.


    Aaron was leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.


    Inhaling a deep breath, I let my eyes travel around the counter, taking in everything and making my way up until


    finding Aaron’s gaze on the mirror.


    “Chances of you not hearing me from the bedroom?” I ventured.


    “It depends.” I watched his throat work, swallowing. “How good of hearing do Greek gods have?”


    I had two options: own it like the grown-up woman I was, or ignore this had just happened and be a total chickenshit.


    Rearranging every item I had just ced on the shelf in silence, I opted for thetter, all the while feeling his gaze


    following my every move.


    A momentter, I sensed Aaron turn around, but before he walked away, I called for him, “Oh, and, Aaron?” I watched


    the reflection of his back in the mirror. “The losing team has to perform a choreographed dance tonight.”


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    No answer came from him, but when he finally took a step away, I could perfectly imagine thepetitive gleam


    Chapter Sixteen


    I stood with my hands on my hips, getting a little lost in the palette of blues and greens that painted the view before


    me.


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