Asher 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 a few seco
