The Spanish Love Deception

Chapter Three

This wasn’t how I had pictured my evening going.

It was late, InTech’s headquarters had mostly emptied, I had at least four or five hours of work ahead of me, and my stomach was rumbling so loudly that I suspected it was about to start eating itself.

“Estoy jodida,” I said under my breath, realizing how screwed I really was.

One, because the last thing I had eaten was a sad green salad that clearly turned out to be a big mistake as much as it had seemed the most sensible idea, having the wedding a total of four weeks away. Two, I didn’t have any snacks at hand and no change for the vending machine downstairs. And three, the PowerPoint slide on my laptop screen was still blinking at me, half-empty.

My hands fell on my keyboard, hesitating over the keys for a full minute.

A text pinged from my phone, drawing my attention. Rosie’s name flashed on the screen. I unlocked it, and an image immediately popped open.

It was a photo of a luscious flat white, topped by a beautiful milk foam rosette. Beside it, there was a triple-chocolate brownie that shamelessly glinted under the light.

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Rosie: You in?

could only belong to Around the Corner, our favorite coffee shop in the city. My mouth started immediately salivating at the thought of being in that caffeinated safe haven on

a groan, I

love to, but

jumped on the

You sure? I saved

a

last brownie, but I’ll share. Only if you get here quickly. I’m

the reality of working extra time on a Wednesday

I can’t. I’m working on the Open Day stuff I told you

no. You didn’t tell me more than the fact that you were stuck with it. When’s it taking

back from Spain.

you have to do it.