![]() Both unjustified stereotypes when it came to being notoriously unpunctual.Īaron didn’t do nonsense. He never chalked it up to me being Spanish or a woman. I had been late one single time in Aaron’s presence, and yet he kept flaunting that fact every chance he got. “Is he really there? Can you see him? Or did someone spike my coffee without me noticing?” CHAPTER TWOĮver since that day a year and eight months ago, I was never late. “Rosie …” I trailed off, the word leaving me in a whisper. I opened my mouth and then snapped it closed again. ![]() “I’ll do it if you need someone that badly,” the deep voice came again.Įyes growing wide, I lifted my head. That would at least explain what was happening. ![]() Looking down at my coffee, I squinted my eyes, trying to search for any signs of noxious substances floating around. Words I had never-not even in my wildest dreams, and trust me, I had a vivid imagination-conceived of hearing from that deep and rich tone reached my ears. ![]() Now everyone she knows-including her ex and his fiancée-will be there and eager to meet him. Especially since her little white lie about her American boyfriend has spiralled out of control. The spanish love deception, Catalina Martín desperately needs a date to her sister’s wedding. ![]()
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