CHAPTER 39 — HE'S BEING DANGEROUS AGAIN
IVY'S POV
The doorbell rang just as I was attempting to carry three grocery bags, a carton of eggs, and my remaining dignity through the front door. One bag split. A tomato rolled beneath the console table. An orange escaped toward the stairs. I lunged after it and collided with a solid wall of muscle. “Ow!” I bounced backward. Two strong hands caught my elbows before I could introduce my skull to the floor. Asher looked down at me. I looked up at him. The orange rolled peacefully between our shoes. “You,” I said. “Me,” he replied. “Move.” “You're standing on my foot.” I froze. He was. So was I, apparently, because my sandal had somehow landed directly on his. We stared down. Then back at each other. “This is humiliating,” I muttered. “For the oran
