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Aidan grinned and did the same, pulling another cap down off the rack. He had plenty in his suitcase, despite his little white lie earlier.
“Excuse me,” said a brunette with a chest full of assets, pushing between them. She fluttered her fake long eyelashes at him and held his gaze as she grabbed a hat.
She hadn’t even looked at it.
Aidan stepped away and ignored the flirtation.
Lily rolled her eyes at him and moved away, continuing to shop.
He suppressed his grin, liking that she was jealous.
For someone who had earlier told him she thought this was only a one-night deal, she was certainly reacting as if she liked him a little more.
No one was more surprised than him that he wanted more from Lily.
What it meant was something Aidan was trying to understand. She was perfect for him sexually. But it felt more than that.
It was as if no other woman existed right now.
He had spoken no greater truth moments ago. He only had eyes for her.
Except Aidan had to wonder, when they flew home, whether the feelings he had for her were going to simply stop.
And what it meant if they didn’t.
Lily’s phone beeped loudly, and she reached inside her bag for it.
Aidan grabbed another cap and put it on.
“Looks hot,” the brunette said.
Aidan pressed his lips together in a polite but uninterested smile and ducked down to look in the mirror. He didn’t give a shit about the hat. He was watching his girl in the reflection.
“Hi, Matt,” Lily said and took a step away.
The fuck?
Her boss was calling her in Hawaii. Again.
Aidan grit his teeth.
Did the guy have no fucking boundaries? With his hands or Lily’s time? Irritated, Aidan pulled off the cap and turned around, ready to get her off the call.
Then he froze.
His girl?
What the hell was that?
“All of those files are in the marketing folder. Remember, I showed you,” Lily said, then laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, that night we had Chinese.”
Her smile dropped, and she stared at the ground.
Aidan clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay silent and not rip the phone out of her hand.
“Sure. I’m back on Wednesday, but if you need me to, I could see how I’m feeling when I’m home Tuesday night.”
What the fuck?
