CHAPTER 41 — WHY DID WE BREAK UP?
IVY’S POV
The question landed between us with all the grace of a brick through a window. Asher had been standing at the kitchen counter, cutting an apple into unnecessarily perfect slices, while I had been pretending to read a magazine upside down. Then he glanced over. “Why did we actually break up?” My magazine stopped moving. So did my chewing. I hadn't even realized I'd stolen one of his apple slices until I looked down and found half of it between my fingers. Excellent. Caught committing fruit theft during an emotional crisis. “What kind of question is that?” I asked. Asher set the knife down. “A simple one.” “No. That's not a simple question. That's the sort of question people ask right before ruining an otherwise perfectly tolerable evening.” His
