The Spanish Love Deception

Chapter 52

Aaron shifted by my side. Glancing at him, I could tell by the way his shoulders tensed that he was slightly

uncomfortable with where the conversation was going.

That piqued my curiosity.

Angela continued, “Good thing you brought someone tonight. I’m sure it will keep the night alive.” She turned to me.

“Catalina dear, I hope you are ready for some fierce competition.”

I sensed Aaron shifting some more. Which pushed my eyes to bounce from Angela to him. “Fierce competition?” I

repeated, thinking of Aaron’s words—“And that’s what you’ll be bidding on tonight, Catalina. Me.”—and piecing

together that perhaps that was exactly why I was here.

Aaron’s grip on his glass grew a little tighter. “Nothing you should worry about.”

I watched him for a long moment, my curiosity doubling. Then, I turned to Angela, who was smiling with something

that looked a lot like mischief.

“Oh, but I’m not worried.” A smile tugged at my lips, one I was going to bet was very similar to Angela’s. “I’m always

here for a good, entertaining story.”

I heard Aaron’s resigned sigh from my side.

Angela’s grin widened. “I think I’m going to leave the honors to do that to Aaron.” Then, she leaned and added in a

hushed voice, “I’m sure his side of the story is all the more captivating. Especially the part nobody got to see.”

Oh?

Before I could press for the details I was dying to hear, Angela’s attention was caught by something—someone—

behind us. “Oh, there’s Michael. If you’ll please excuse me, I must go say hi.”

“Of course.” Aaron nodded, body still all stiff, although he was probably glad Angela was moving on to someone else.

“It was nice seeing you, Angela.”

“Yes,” I gave her a polite smile. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Angela.”

“The pleasure was all mine, Catalina.” She leaned in and air-kissed my cheek. “Don’t let him off the hook too easily.”

She winked and then walked away in the direction of the section of the rooftop where most people were gathered. A

space filled with high tables that looked straight out of a design catalog and lines of wicker floor lamps that served as

the only source of illumination.

I turned to look at Aaron, finding that pair of blue eyes already on me.

Pushing down the slight blush climbing up my neck, I cleared my throat. “I’m all ears, Blackford.” I brought my glass to

my lips and finally finished the sparkling wine I had been nursing for the last hour. “I think it’s time you fill me in.”

Aaron seemed to think about his words for a moment. “As I’m sure you have already deducted, tonight’s main event is

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“A bachelor auction,” I repeated slowly. “Just your run-of-the-mill Saturday night activity, I assume.”

Aaron sighed.

I rolled my index finger in the air. “Keep going. I want to hear the rest.”

“I don’t think there’s much else to say.” He balanced his glass in his hand.

“Well, forgive me, Blackford, but I think there must be plenty. Plus, I want to make sure I understand the concept of

tonight’s main event correctly.”

He shot me a glance.

I suppressed my smile. “Right. So, during this auction of yours then … bachelors are acquired, you say.”

“Correct.”

“By, I assume, single women and men?”

He nodded.

“For an amount of money,” I pointed out. “All in the name of charity, of course.”

Another nod.

I tapped my finger on my chin. “I just wonder … no, never mind. It’s stupid.”

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