“I don’t know what else to do with those two.” Even Beck’s looking at me now, and for some reason, the three of them thinking I can fix this, fix Asher, sends a jolt of anger through me. “What happened to not taking on another pet project?” I ask Dad. His lips quirk. “Blood pressure, kid.” “Yeah, because talking to Asher never sent anyone’s blood pressure sky-high. I have to go.”
