Chapter 12Asher parked in his father’s driveway. “I’m not sure about this.” His face was drawn and apprehensive, and he refused to take his eyes off the rundown house.
“I am.” I got out and grabbed the two stuffed tote bags from the back. “Coming?”
“Sure,” he said, making no move to get out.
I walked around the car, opened his door, and hunched down next to him. Putting a hand on his thigh, I leaned my head against his arm. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then trust me on this, too. Please come inside.”
He shifted in his seat, and I twisted my head so I could meet his gaze. “f**k, Cory. I’d do anything for you, you know that.”
“I know. And I’d do anything for you.”
“All right. I’ll come.”
He helped me carry the food but hesitated by the door. I rang the bell once and waited
