CHAPTER 40 — I THINK I MISS HIM
IVY'S POV
Grandma took one look at me, one look at Asher, and immediately said, “Why do you both look guilty?”
I nearly dropped the grocery bag.
Asher, apparently born without the survival instinct required in situations like this, calmly picked up the eggs I'd nearly crushed.
“We're not guilty,” I said.
Grandma's eyes narrowed.
“I didn't ask what you were guilty of.”
I shut my mouth.
Asher turned away.
His shoulders moved once.
He was laughing.
That man was going to be the reason I developed a permanent eye twitch.
“Don't laugh,” I whispered.
“I’m not.”
“You're shaking.”
“Old injury.”
“You're twenty-seven.”
“Very old.”
Grandma pointed at him. “I like this one.”
“Of course you do.”
She looked at me. “You sound jealous.”
“I sound exhaust
