CHAPTER 32 — HE'S WEIRDLY QUIET
[ASHER'S POV]
I've survived military boot camps, deadlifts that made grown men cry, and my father's annual three-hour lecture on "proper posture."
None of them prepared me for watching another man ask Ivy Collins out.
"Are you deaf?"
I blinked.
"What?"
My father sighed dramatically from across the dinner table.
"I've asked you three times if you want more mashed potatoes."
I looked at my plate.
"...I already have mashed potatoes."
"You've been staring at them for five minutes."
"I was thinking."
"You?" Ivy snorted into her water. "That's new."
I looked at her.
She quickly looked away and took another bite.
Her lips twitched.
She was trying not to laugh.
Traitor.
Linda—her mother and my father's fiancée—placed another dish on the table.
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