Chapter 44
Chapter 44
“What was so important then?” He got us back on track. “What details do you need disclosed with so much urgency?”
“I can’t pick an outfit if I don’t know where we are going, Blackford,” I pointed out with a shrug. “It’s like Dressing Up for
Dummies 101.”
“But I told you.” One of his eyebrows rose. “A social commitment.”
“That’s what you said.” I placed the bottle on the counter and then brought my hands together. “And it wasn’t enough
information. I need a few more details.”
“An evening gown,” the hardheaded, blue-eyed man answered. “That should have been enough information to pick a
dress.”
Scoffing, I brought a hand to my fluffy pink chest and clutched my metaphoric pearls. “Enough information?” I
repeated very slowly.
A nod. “Yes.”
I sneered, not believing my eyes. He genuinely thought he was right about this. “One- and two-worded responses are
not enough information, Aaron.”
Especially after seeing that he looked ready to jump into an Upper East Side gala where people air-kissed each other
and talked about their vacations in the Hamptons. I certainly didn’t have anything like that in my wardrobe.
“What’s so hard to understand about the words evening and gown?” His hand absently went to the sleeve of his tux
jacket. “They are gowns for evening events. Dresses.”
I blinked.
“Are you really explaining that to me?” I started feeling a new wave of frustration rush to my head. “You are just …” I
continued, fisting my hands, edging very close to really throwing something at him. “Ugh.”
Aaron’s hands went to his pants pockets as he eyed me, looking all … handsome and classy in that goddamn tux.
Something must have bubbled all the way to my face because the way he looked at me changed.
“It’s a charity event. A fundraiser that takes place every year,” he explained.
My lips parted at that crucial piece of information.
“We will have to drive into Manhattan—Park Avenue.”
No, no, no, no. That sounded fancy.
“It’s a black-tie thing, so you’ll need to dress up. A formal evening gown.” His gaze went up and down my body with
doubt, finall
y settling back on my face. “Just like I said.”
“Aaron,” I gritted out through my teeth. “Mierda. Joder.” The Spanish bad words rolled off my tongue. “A fundraiser? A
charity event? That is so … upper classy.” I shook my head, my hair almost coming off my knot. “No, it sounds upper I
wipe my ass with dollar bills classy. And no, I don’t mean to be judgy here, but, Jesus.” Bringing my hands to my
head, I started pacing the few feet that comprised my kitchen space. “A little heads-up would have been nice. You
could have told me yesterday, you know? I would have gone shopping this morning, Aaron. I would have prepared, I
don’t know, a few options for you to choose from. I have no idea what I’m going to do now. I have a couple of formal
gowns, but they are not … right.”
It was past six in the evening and—
“You would have done all that for this?” His lips parted very briefly, giving him a bewildered air that I was not used to
seeing in him. Then, his jaw returned to its former position. “For me?”
I stopped pacing. “Yes.” I crossed my arms in front of my chest. Why was he so shocked? “Of course I would have.”
Studying his face, I took in the weird way in which he was looking at me. “First of all, I would hate to show up to your
‘charity event’ ”—I air-quoted—“looking like a clown. Believe it or not, I do have some sense of self-esteem and the
ability to get embarrassed.”
Aaron’s eyes kept shining with that quality that made me nervous.
“And second of all, I wouldn’t want you to retaliate and wear God knows what to my sister’s wedding, just to spite me.
Or like, back out on me for some kind of etiquette infringement now that I’m counting on you coming to Spain with me.
I …” I trailed off, losing my voice. “I kind of need you, you know?”
That last part had somehow materialized on my tongue. I didn’t realize it had left my mouth until it was too late and I
wasn’t able to take it back.
“I’d never do that,” he answered, catching me by surprise. “I won’t back out. We have a deal.”
Feeling exposed by my admission, I averted my eyes. I focused on his hands, which had fallen out of his pockets and
rested by his sides.
“I won’t do that, Catalina,” I heard him say. “Not even if you really pushed me to, and I know that you can.”
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