After a short while, we arrived at the inn. Being the two-faced that he is from the short time I met him, Lemuel helps me climb down the cart even if there is no reason to do it. Worse, he places his arm around my waist.
I struggle, but when Aaron looks at us, I freeze. His face is blank, but his eyes note Lemuel’s arms on me.
“You can go to the living room, you know your way,” he says and then turns away.
I glare at Lemuel, and he just giggles. “He’s too obvious,” he says. “I like him.”
I groan. Good thing that he stops talking too much when there are people around who can hear.
Once inside the inn, Lemuel is easily distracted with the food that Senyor Pablo offers, and Aaron promises to cook another dish for him in a while.
I follow Aaron into the living room and I can’t help bu
