“Do you want me to book a hotel room in Asheville for the opening, or do you plan on driving back that night?”
“No, I, well, actually yes, I will be staying. I need your help too.” A devil possessed my tongue. “Book yourself a room, too.”
That got her attention. She looked up from her work, eyes wide and mouth open.
“You want me to go with you? To Biltmore?” She whispered. I couldn’t tell if she was happy about it or not. I held my breath and nodded my head, anxiety racing through me. This was ridiculous. I needed her to help me. I mean, she was my assistant. So why the hell did it feel like I was asking her out on a date?
“Okay, well, sure, I’ll be glad to go with you. One night at The Inn on Biltmore Estate, two rooms. I’ll take care of it now. Do you mind if I ride with you? I don’t
