Chapter Twelve
Asher’s selfishness had truly reached epic proportions today. Years of denying himself his mate had accumulated, and the reward had been too sweet to resist. A conversation had been the tipping point, actually.
“We could start over,” Kira told him, tracing a pattern on his bare chest with her fingertip. “Somewhere too far away for anyone to find us.”
“Yeah?” Asher asked, humoring her.
“Yeah. A bolt-hole. We create the perfect place. We go in… we never come out. Simple.”
“And what is this perfect place like?”
“Somewhere by the sea, but with seasons. I like to have fall and spring as much as anyone,” Kira said.
“I think you’ve forgotten something in this clever plan. Or someone, I should say.”
“Who?”
“Mere Marie. Hiding from your father is one thing. He’s only a terri
