HAZEL
“My story…” Asher is the picture of calm, cutting his turkey into even slices. “What do you want to know?”
“Everything.” Jessy props her chin on her palm. “Who your parents are. What you’re studying in school. How long you’ve been dating tinkle Bell here.”
“Oh.” He puts his fork down, wipes his mouth with a paper towel. “Actually, my parents are dead.”
“What?” Mary stops chewing. So do I. I didn’t know this. Why don’t I know this?
Now that I think about it, what exactly do I know about Asher? Other than the fact that he’s a star rugby player and good at s*x?
“You mean you’re an orphan?” Jessy loses some of the cheekiness in her voice. “Wow. I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.” Asher shrugs. “It happened a long time ago.”
“That must be one of the reasons why you and Hazel had b
