-MIA-
Saturday dragged in slower than a toddler getting ready for preschool.
Maybe because I had nothing else to fill my days except rehearsing for the gala presentation. But more likely, because I missed Asher.
Immensely.
He called me while I was at my mom’s, just like he promised. But they were quick calls. Back then, I was trying to keep my heart locked away, somewhere unreachable, and I knew if I let his deep voice linger in my ear too long, I’d cave.
Then I returned to the penthouse and saw all the changes he’d asked for. The space scrubbed clean of Linda’s traces, my things placed with care... and most of all, the quiet suggestion that he was making room for me.
But after Seattle, Asher flew to Hawaii. The time zone difference made phone calls awkward, so we settled for a few t
