-MIA-
Her hand was on his chest.
Blue eyes shot to me, guilt thick in their shine.
Caramel eyes sparkled with amusement.
Linda withdrew her hands from Asher’s body, dragging the movement like a performance. She knew exactly what she was doing.
"Hi," I managed from the front door. My lips moved, but the rest of me refused to.
Asher stepped back from her. Quick, clipped strides. Then he paused in front of me and kissed my cheek.
I flinched.
"Too much traffic?" he asked, tentative.
A rhetorical question. I’d texted him. Told him I’d be late.
"Yeah," I grimaced.
"Are you hungry? We were about to have dinner," Linda chimed in, voice spun from sugar. "Asher asked Anna to cook my favorite, duck à l’orange." Her French accent was perfect. "You eat duck, right? Or do you prefer fried chi
