I had been so caught up in all that, that I hadn’t noticed Daniel’s apprehensive gaze. It bounced a couple of times between Aaron and me before finally settling on the man he thought I was dating. Not for long though. A moment after that, Daniel turned, clapped Gonzalo’s back, and started toward the improvised soccer field.
Before joining the rest of the guys, Aaron stepped into me, stopping only when the point of our sneakers touched. He leaned in, his mouth dangerously close to my ear, as if he were about to tell me a secret just meant for me.
My throat bobbed.
“What do you think?” he asked, his words tickling the shell of my ear.
“You are … okay,” I mumbled like a total idiot.
I heard his chuckle. “Thank you, I think. But I wasn’t asking about th
at.”
Oh.
“I’ll take the compliment though. For now.”
“What-what did you mean then?”
“I think that so far, we are doing a good job. What do you think?”
Oh, so he meant that. The charade, of course. Yes, that made more sense.
I nodded my head.
“We make a good team, Catalina.” And there it was, my name again. Voiced in that way that was all … new.
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