Lower.
I freeze.
This is insane.
I force myself to stop.
Breathe. I toss and turn to the side, forcing my mind on other things that aren't Asher Hudson.
Tap.
The noise has me sitting upright in bed, heart thumping.
Tap.
My heart slams against my ribs, eyes flicking to the window in alert. I get out of bed slowly, making my way to the window and pull the curtain back.
The body leaning against the tree is not what I was expecting to see and the scream that exits my mouth is surely not what my would be murderer was expecting.
The man, judging by the wide shoulders and tall physique steps forward, out of the shadow and into the glow from the street light.
I breathe a sigh of relief before blinking down at Asher.
What is he doing here?
I open the window just a crack.
"What are you doing here?"
"I couldn't sleep."
My pulse skips.
"So?"
"Can I come up?"
I shouldn't say yes.
"You shouldn't be here."
"That was not an answer, Ivy."
I really,reallyshould tell him to leave. To forget about this whole outrageous deal.
He looks up at me with that same look from the rink.
The one that makes it hard to think.
"Let me in." He says quietly.
I hesitate.
This is a terrible idea.
But my hand is already pushing the window wider.
It's all he needs. He steps towards the house and begins climbing the wall of lattice up the side.
