An hour later, she knew why she had felt that way. There was a knock at the door, and she tilted her head, hoping it was her imagination. The sound of Ashure speaking to someone drew her out of her bedroom where she had been getting dressed while he cleaned up the remains of their breakfast.
“Ah, you have unfortunately returned,” Ashure said in a somewhat disgruntled tone.
She hurried down the hall and into the living room. Ashure was standing at the front door, blocking Dan’s entrance. She stopped and took in the situation. It was like watching two boxers assessing each other—only one was the heavyweight champion, while the other was still learning how to put his gloves on.
She sighed and shook her head. This morning had started out as a challenge, and it didn’t look like the day was g
