I couldn’t breathe.
My feet felt glued to the ground, my heartbeat roaring in my ears as I stared at the man sitting next to my sister.
Asher.
No.
No. No. No.
This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.
But there he was—Asher, the man who had kissed me breathless, the man whose body had been pressed against mine just hours ago, now sitting beside my sister, his arm lazily draped across the back of her chair.
And the worst part? He didn’t even look surprised.
His dark eyes met mine, calm, calculating, completely unfazed.
Like he had been waiting for this moment.
Like he already knew.
Dottie, oblivious to the absolute hellfire brewing inside me, beamed. “Ava! Finally! You’re late.”
Late.
That was what she was worried about?
I forced my legs to move, my body stiff as I sl
