HARPER'S POV
The second he says nothing, I know. He is stalling. Not because he's unsure, not because he needs time to think. But because he is trying to figure out a way to say no without making it look like he is hiding something.
I have spent enough time with liars to know when someone is spinning a delay.
I sit up straighter on the hospital bed, shifting the blanket off my lap. The nurse already left a few minutes ago, so it is just me and him now. Just me, Asher, and this silence that keeps stretching like it's buying him time.
He is standing by the window, arms crossed, jaw clenched, acting like he's thinking about the best way to respond, but I can see his fingers tapping against his arm. That nervous twitch he does when he is cornered. I have only seen it twice. Both
