The Wall of Winnipeg and Me - Mariana Zapata Page 0,74

it—I’ll be fine.” I started to fall over, flailing an arm out for balance, and instead, getting a big hand catching my elbow to keep me steady. I flashed him a sheepish look and let some of my weight lean on him as I finally got my heel in. “Thanks.” I took as step away. “Anyway, it shouldn’t take me more than a little over an hour. I’m still running a little slow, but I won’t be gone long.”

Aiden blinked those great, dark eyelashes at me before reaching up to scratch at his chin, those lean cheeks puffing just slightly. Resignation, that clear, clear emotion that seemed to melt its way down from his hairline and over that perpetual wrinkle between his eyebrows and the sides of his mouth, had me blinking.

“Give me a minute,” he sighed as he moved around me and jogged up the stairs, two at a time, the house shaking in response. Briefly, I feared for the life of the stairs. Then I realized what he was doing.

Was he…?

“You don’t have to come with me,” I shouted, taking a moment to absorb those perfect glutes and rock solid calves defying gravity as they made their way up the stairs. Why would he even want to come along, anyway? The memory of what he’d said in Las Vegas when I took off on my own suddenly came back to me. You aren’t the only one who takes their promises seriously.

“I’m not asking,” he yelled back just as he reached the clearing.

Torn between thinking it was nice and cute that he didn’t want me going out for a jog alone at dusk, I remembered how important it was for him—for big guys in his position in general—to keep their cardio to a minimum. They couldn’t afford to lose weight when they needed to keep their size, especially someone with a diet like Aiden’s, who had to consume more physical food than someone who ate meat to get an appropriate amount of calories and not go hungry. It was why Aiden worked out so hard during the day and made a severe effort to rest as much as he could during his off time.

Then I wondered, could he even run five miles?

I took a step closer to the staircase. “You really don’t. I won’t be gone long. I’ll take my phone.”

There was a pause, and if I really focused, I could hear his dresser drawer slamming shut. “One minute.”

This stubborn ass. “No, Aiden, stay here!”

“Thirty seconds,” the hardheaded mule replied.

Why was I even waiting around arguing with him? He really should stay home. He didn’t have any business putting strain on his tendon if he didn’t have to.

“I’ll be back soon!” I took my glasses off and set them on the table right by the door, waiting for my eyes to adjust. I wanted to buy a strap to keep them from falling off when I ran, but I hadn’t gotten around to it yet. I’d almost always been farsighted, but I swear my vision was getting worse and worse every year. It was probably time to get a new prescription. Just as I reached the door, I heard that giant, two–hundred-and-seventy-pound body stomping around before the stairs took another beating.

“I told you to wait,” he grumbled on the way down.

I glanced at him over my shoulder and scrunched my nose. “I told you to stay. You’re not supposed to be doing a whole bunch of cardio.”

He was apparently going to pretend I hadn’t said anything. “Let’s go.”

I patted the fanny pack clipped around my waist in case he hadn’t seen it. “I have a flashlight and pepper spray. I’ll be fine.”

The expression on his face wasn’t an impressed one. “That’s nice. Let’s go.”

“Aiden, I’m being serious.”

“Vanessa, let’s go.”

He had busted out that damn tone of voice again, which only meant one thing: This was one of those times that it was pointless to argue with him. I realized that now.

Waving me to go through the doorway first, he set the alarm to stay, since Zac was napping in his room, and followed me onto the paved stone walkway leading up to the house. Facing each other, I took a long step back with my right leg and got into runner’s pose. “Aiden, I’m not joking. Stay home.”

“Why?” He mirrored my stretch, making the material of his shorts squeeze those massive thighs like a second skin. I didn’t even know a leg had as many perfect, delineated muscles until