Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 860

Lena pinched my arm hard-just enough to hurt. Classic Lena: subtle but effective.

Okay, fine. Blurting out Aaron's feelings in front of everyone? Definitely not my smartest move. Some things are better left for private jolas, not public mie drops. Especially when family dynamics are involved-blood-related or not. Ron finally caught on and asked, "Wait, what did you just say?"

Hayden cleared his throat. "She said you should hurry up and start the barbecue. Everyone's hungry."

"Pretty sure that's not what she said. She said" He hesitated, his usual sharpness suddenly absent. Was he playing dumb on purpose, or did he just realize poking the bear wasn't worth it?

Before he could dig himself deeper, Aaron cut in. "Stay away from Lena."

His voice was casual, but the warning? Crystal clear. Dude wasn't budging.

He stayed calm, face totally unreadable, like he was some overprotective dad stepping in

for his kid.

For a second, I felt bad for stirring things up. But come on, anyone with half a brain could see Aaron didn't see Lena as just a friend. The guy was either a pro at looking unbothered, or he genuinely didn't care what people thought. One thing was obvious: Aaron wasn't playing around. His protectiveness was straight-up unapologetic, and there was no missing the fact that he was all in.

stole a glance at Lena. She glared at me, then yanked me aside to sit on the edge of the deck. "If

breeze swirled around us, soft and warm. I kicked my legs over the edge and grinned. "Lena, Aaron really likes you. And he's not the type

talking," she snapped, her voice firm

dodging the truth or

sky. Some things you've gotta

"So, what would you want in your

next boyfriend. Why does everyone assume I need one? Can't I just live without a man?" Lena

her, stretching out under the warmth of the sun. "You can, but wouldn't

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without at

hand, catching the light between her fingers. "If I ever feel like dating, I'll do it even when I'm eighty. Love isn't bound by

but falling in love at eighty isn't the same as

seen those videos of old couples? They're way more adorable than young

a point, but there was something fresh and carefree about her right

fingers, I started kicking my legs in the air, pretending to pedal an invisible bike. "Sure, the feelings might be the same, but the experience isn't.

like fruit. You eat it when it's fresh and juicy, not when it's all shriveled and wrinkly." I shot her a mischievous grin. "And