Aaron had talked to my sister. He had mentioned meat. Roasted lamb. Which was on the menu for the wedding.
The connotations of that twirled in my weary head.
“Are you okay?” Aaron asked as I silently panicked.
“Yes,” I lied, forcing a smile. “Super-duper okay.”
Aaron’s brow arched. Maybe that had been a giveaway to how not super-duper okay I was.
“I told her you were fine, just asleep. But I think you should call her back tomorrow.” He pointed at my phone. “Judging by the five-minute monologue in Spanish before I could even tell her it wasn’t you on the line, I’d say she’ll feel better when you do.” Aaron’s lips twitched in what was the beginning of a smile.
“Yeah,” I murmured, a little too absorbed by his mouth when I should have been trying to manage a crisis. “Okay.”
That smirk stretched into a lopsided smile.
Ah, man. Why did it look so good on him? He didn’t smile nearly enough.
Which was not important.
What mattered was that Aaron had talked to my sister, and she never minced her words. Ever.
“So, Aaron,” I started, the words rushing out, “when you talked to my sister, you told her your name. Right?”
He cocked a brow. “Yes, that’s what people do when they introduce themselves.”
“Okay.” I nodded my head very slowly. “And how did you say that exactly? As in, Hey, I’m Aaron.” I dropped my voice, imitating his. “Or like, I’m just Aaron. I’m no one. Hello.”
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