Chapter 16Asher was pacing the sidewalk outside his bar in long, anxious strides as my taxi pulled up to the curb. He tore open the door as soon as the car stopped rolling.
“Cory, thank God. I’ve been so worried!”
After my conversation with Asher, I’d had to turn off my phone. My mother had not adhered to the don’t call me, I’ll call you-rule and had blown up my phone. I’d texted Asher to let him know when I’d arrive and that I’d be unreachable, glared at the gazillionth call from my mother, and then powered down the damn thing. For a brief second, I’d considered throwing it out the window.
As Asher bounced on his heels and drummed a furious tune on his thigh, I paid the cab driver and retrieved my luggage from the trunk. Not until the cab drove away did I allow myself to collapse in As
