Dylan
“YOUR FACE IS red,” Asher said, grabbing ahold of my belt loops and pulling me back to him.
My cheeks only grew warmer. “Yeah. Your sister is out of control.”
He laughed. “Don’t I know it. But I owe her big for taking off with Jake.”
“We both do. I wonder if she’ll kill him before they make it to Klamath?”
Asher shook his head. “She needs him for the pawnshop, so he’s good up untilthen. Besides, he’s a bit of a wreck, so I’m hoping they kiss and make up.”
“And spare us the details,” I added.
“There’s always hope.”
“So, handsome, let’s talk about you for a minute. What brings a big-city hottie like you to a little one-horse town like this?”
The hunger in his eyes both scared and excited me, releasing butterflies to race around my stomach. “I’m lookin’ at my motivation,”he said.
“How did you know I needed you?” I asked.
“You need me?”
I nodded. Stupid tears stung my eyes again as I thought about the task ahead of me. “Serious understatement.”
He pulled me tight against him and kissed me again, making me suspect that his presence had something to do with him needing me too. I no longer had to worry about the butterflies, because that thought pretty much meltedthem.
Asher pulled back and studied my expression. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t want to ruin our alone time by talking about it.” Truthfully, I planned to avoid telling my boyfriend that my dad was a thieving bastard altogether.
“Okay,” he replied, letting me off the hook. “What is there to do around this town? I feel all dressed up with nowhere to go.”
Thankful for the subject change, Ichecked out his threads and nodded approvingly. “This outfit is great, by the way. Where’d you get your hands on it?”
“We stopped off in Bend. You dress up for me all the time, you know? I figured the least I could do is try to blend in while in your home town.”
