The Spanish Love Deception

Chapter 60

“For the lovely lady in midnight blue.” Angela smiled from behind the stand.

I returned it, feeling a weird burn in the pit of my stomach, matching the one on my shoulder.

Next bid was called, and it was mine again.

Ha! Suck that, Lady in Red.

As if she had heard me, her head whirled around. Her eyes narrowed to very thin slits, and her lips pursed. The

woman whipped her blonde hair back and dismissed me.

I knew in that moment that I had been right to assume this was personal. This lady was after Aaron. And I wasn’t

going to let her get my Aaron—

Not mine, I corrected myself. Just Aaron.

I wasn’t going to let her get Aaron.

The call for the next bid came, and before Angela’s words were out, it was already mine. Lady in Red sent me a look

that could have frozen the sun on a heated New York summer day, and I was tempted to stick my tongue out, but after

reminding myself that would be about a hundred ways of inappropriate, I limited myself to smirking.

Lady in Red and I battled for about five or six more rounds. Each of them becoming brisker, our arms flashing up

faster, the looks we sent each other growing icier. My breath quickened, and the skin of my face felt like I had just

sprinted across Central Park like I was chasing the freaking ice cream truck. But so far, it was worth it because Aaron

remained mine.

Not mine. Just … whatever.

I had been so absorbed by this duel we had going on that I had almost forgotten about the man on the stage. I had

barely checked on him since the bidding bloodshed started.

Just as I was about to turn my attention to Aaron, my hand rose in the air one more time—as high as the ridiculous

amount of money we had reached—and this time, it did alone.

Angela waved in my direction. “Going once for the lady in midnight blue,” she called.

My heart thumped against my chest harder. I caught a glimpse of a gray-haired man beside a tight-lipped Lady in

Red, who stood with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“Going twice,” Angela continued as I watched the man whisper something in Lady in Red’s ear, to which she just

sighed and nodded. Reluctantly.

Come on, come on, come on. Aaron is almost mine.

“And sold to the very lovely and very passionate lady in the midnight-blue gown.” Angela closed the bidding with a

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I felt the celebratory holler climbing to my throat as my head finally turned in Aaron’s direction. I wanted to do a little

victory dance. To throw my hands in the air too. I also felt the urge to shout a couple of inappropriate words, which, in

hindsight, I would have realized was extremely stupid and I would have immediately regretted it.

But as Aaron came into view, that whirling emotion that had been too loud a moment ago, fell silent on its own. He

wasn’t even smiling. He simply … looked at me.

The disappointment at not finding that grin I had gotten a glimpse of earlier returned, and I wondered if it would be this

way from today on. Me searching for Aaron’s smile and him keeping it locked away again.

I swallowed that up, shoving those stupid thoughts out of my head.

My lips tugged up regardless of all that, and I gave a halfhearted cheer. To which Aaron simply nodded, looking like he

did when he had something in his mind. Something that bothered him.

Frowning, I watched Aaron’s long legs climb down the stage and walk to my side, all the while ignoring how the way

he wasn’t even celebrating with me made me feel. Instead, I focused on keeping what I hoped looked like a genuine

smile in place.

The blue-eyed man I had just bought for a date that would never happen stopped in front of me. He dipped his head,

his chin almost touching his collarbone. I waited, but he didn’t say anything.

I reached for something to say and came up empty-handed, returning the silence.

That awareness I had been familiarizing myself with far too rapidly for my own good and comfort came rushing back,

raising the short hairs on my arms. It hit me then how weird, how strange, and how shocking in many different ways it

was that we’d found each other in this situation. How tonight didn’t even seem real.

Shifting on my feet under the weight of Aaron’s gaze, I swallowed. One more time, I wasn’t capable of taking in this

heavy silence that settled between us. “I hope you come with a boat, Blackford,” I finally said, my voice sounding a

little off. “Otherwise, I might regret not sticking with Patrick.”

Aaron’s eyes didn’t waver. They held mine. And just as they did, I watched how they warmed up for just a heartbeat.

The skin around them wrinkling only slightly with the smile I now knew he refused to give me.

I felt something shift in my chest. Something very subtle and small that I almost missed, but it didn’t help the pace of

my breath—still all over the place from the auction—to return to normal.

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