Eleanor sat in a daze for a moment, only then realizing that she must have angered Asher again.
But why was he so easily irritated?
She couldn't understand. She hadn't said anything offensive.
Feeling agitated, Eleanor walked to the kitchen. It was spotless, with the only trace of activity being the dumped spaghetti in the trash.
"What a waste. I was planning to eat that," she muttered to herself.
She returned to the bedroom and pulled a cigarette box from the nightstand drawer, taking out a cigarette.
Given Asher's absence tonight, she figured smoking a couple wouldn't hurt.
Eleanor moved a stool to the floor-to-ceiling window, her red lips exhaling wisps of white smoke that blurred her outline.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, giving her the look of a lazy cat. She didn't realize jus
