Asher turns and watches her.
She climbs back into bed and pulls the covers over her, her eyes never leaving us, watching us.
Asher moves closer to the bed, lowers his head, and places it on the mattress where her hand is. He sniffs her hand and looks at her. Her eyes went wide, looking back at us. She moves her hand in the cast, but Asher nudges it with his nose. She leaves it on his nose.
Brooke looks at us and never moves her hand; she leaves it there.
Brooke moves down the bed and places her head on the pillow. She turns toward us and slowly drifts back off to sleep.
Once she was back asleep, “Mate is so cute,” says Asher; I chuckle in his head.
“Yeah, she is, you big softie,” I said.
Asher frowns, but his eyes never leave Brooke, who was back silently snoring.
Asher lies back d
