CHAPTER 28: HE'S MAKING ME GAIN WEIGHT
The button on Ivy's jeans launched across her bedroom like a tiny missile.
Ping.
Silence.
Then disbelief.
"What."
She stared at her stomach.
Then at the missing button.
Then back at her stomach.
"This is slander."
The mirror offered no defense.
Ten minutes later, Ivy stormed downstairs carrying the evidence.
The evidence being her jeans.
And the missing button.
Asher looked up from the dining table.
Bad timing.
Very bad timing.
"Good morning."
Ivy dropped the jeans dramatically onto the table.
"We need to talk."
His eyes moved from the jeans to her face.
Slowly.
Cautiously.
Like someone approaching a wild animal.
"Should I be worried?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
She pointed at him.
"This is your fault."
His eyebrows lifted.
"My fault
