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Brooke
It would take time, Luca had said.
So far, Aaron hadn’t mentioned last night once, but he was trying hard to be nice to me. After he picked me up from work, he’d driven us to North Bend to collect dinner from La Cantina because he knew it was my favourite, but all that did was remind me of Mexican night with Luca.
“Did you go to the office today?” I asked as we spread the food out over the workbench. Yes, I still wanted to kick Aaron in the shins, but I forced myself to see the bigger picture and stick to Luca’s game plan. Aaron actually looked as bad as Luca, although not quite so bruised. The dark circles around Aaron’s eyes came from exhaustion rather than fists, and his hangover hadn’t been kind either.
“For a couple of hours. Asa told me to go home and get some sleep.”
