CHAPTER 34: ASHER DOESN'T APPROVE
IVY'S POV
The coffee shop was supposed to be a safe place. A peaceful little corner where a woman could drink iced coffee, pretend she had her life together, and ignore the fact that her ex-boyfriend had somehow become a permanent feature in her daily routine. Unfortunately, my peace lasted exactly twelve minutes.
“Your order is ready.”
I reached for my cup at the counter, only for another hand to grab it at the same time.
A familiar hand.
A large, annoyingly familiar hand.
I slowly looked up.
Of course.
Asher Silas stood there wearing a plain black shirt, dark jeans, and the expression of a man who had just caught someone committing a crime.
Except the crime was apparently me drinking coffee.
“You ordered caramel syrup?” he asked, staring at my
