Kids.
Before my brain can spiral on the thought of having babies, he cuts me off.
“Do you want to meet my sister?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Wait, what?”
“Do you want to meet my sister?” he asks slowly.
“Yeah, eventually.”
“What about today? I can send her a text to see if she’s busy.”
“You want me to meet your sister today?” The nerves kick up in my stomach.
Does he not realize how crazy that sounds? You don’t just meet someone’s sibling on a first date.
Then again, nothing between Asher and me is normal.
“Only if you want to.” He shrugs. “Who knows when we will be back in this area.”
“You know what, why not? If she’s not busy, I’m game,” I tell him before I can overthink it.
I think it would be good to get to know what he is like outside of the club.
A beautiful smile covers his face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, make the call.”
He pulls out his phone and starts tapping on the screen. “You won’t regret this. You’re going to love Ashley.”
Doesn’t he know by now that I’ll never regret anything when it comes to him? Not anymore, at least, especially when it makeshim smile like that. I’d do anything to keep him smiling at me like that.
ASHER
I’m taking a girl home to meet my sister.
No.
I’m taking Aspen to meet my sister.
Not once in my thirty-two years of living have I ever thought about a woman meeting my family, but with Aspen, it feels right.
I know it’s right.
To say my sister was surprised to hear from me so soon after we last talked would be an understatement. When I asked if we could swing by, she didn’t hesitate to say yes. She also never asked who I was bringing with me.
This is it.
I pull into her driveway and shut off the bike. Aspen gets off, and I’m so busy watching her that I miss when the front door opens.
“Ash!” my sister yells.
I manage to get off my bike and onto solid footing before her body collides with mine. Just like when she was little, she clings to me like a monkey. I close my eyes and squeeze her tight.
I’ve missed her.
All too soon, she pulls away, and I really look at her.
