Chapter 13The whole reception area of the hotel stood in shock as Asher let out a stream of expletives.
“Sorry,” he apologized to the receptionist, who gave him a nervous smile back. He just found out that he’d missed Anna by a couple of hours.
Just hours. He could have been there earlier if not for the Manila traffic. And the fact that it took him a while to decide whether or not to follow her to the Philippines.
After leaving the Waldorf residence, and kissing Anna, Asher had driven around to clear his head, berating himself for being a grade A moron. Every time his phone beeped or rang, his heart skipped a beat thinking it was Anna. But instead, it was either his agent or Joanna.
Was he really that stupid not to realize, after all these years, that he was in love with his best frien
