Whatever anger Asher was feeling toward Kevin disappeared completely. He was back to looking at me with a huge grin on his face, which made my own light up, knowing I put it there.
“Let’s grab whatever we can and take it to my place. We can get the rest in the morning.” Asher put some space between us and started walking around the house.
“Anxious to get me back to your lair?” I teased while grabbing the three extra boxes I had stashed behind the couch for emergencies.
The look on Asher’s face promised there would be more happening between us once we got back to his place. My body tingled in anticipation.
We grabbed what we could and drove to his apartment. The bar was decently busy, so as soon as I got my few boxes up into his living room, he kissed me hard against the wall then had to go down and work for the rest of the night.
I was cool with the alone time. That was one thing Asher wouldn’t have to worry about, a needy woman. I was great being on my own, and sometimes craved that solitude.
He’d told me I could put my stuff wherever I wanted, and to take over the whole apartment if I pleased. But I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. So, I hung up some clothes in the closet, our scents mingling together pleasantly, then took a shower before I grabbed my laptop and continued reading the mystery diary Janie had transcribed.
