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Jesus. The guy who could get any girl he wanted was fascinated by the one girl who wasn’t impressed. I was a walking cliché.
“Flirt? Yes. Incorrigible? That’s a matter of opinion.” Asher followed me into the hall, his long legs keeping easy pace with my brisk stride. “Besides, I have to be extra nice to you now that I know you’re Vincent’s sister. You’ve suffered enough.”
“Before you say anything else, this…” I gestured between us. “Ends now.” Amusement slid across his infuriatingly perfect face. “What’s this?” “The flirting. It’s unprofessional.” “I’m afraid flirting is part of my nature, darling.”
“Nothing has actually happened between us.” “Yet.” Yet. Funny how one three-letter word contained a world of possibilities.
That traitor. I was putting Carina on my shit list next to my hormones, the UK weather, and the inventor of horror films.
“Don’t read too much into it. My appearance tonight is strictly platonic.” “Good, because my invitation was strictly platonic.” “Good.” “Good.”
That fucking kiss. If Scarlett had plagued my thoughts before, the kiss had built her a permanent home there and invited her in for tea.
“We don’t have a thing going on.” If I could bold, highlight, and underline that sentiment three times, I would.
I shouldn’t have suggested a double date. I didn’t know what Monday Afternoon Asher had been smoking, but Friday Night Asher knew he was in deep shit the minute he arrived at the Golden Wharf.
So tell me, Dad. At the end of the day, if you had to choose, who will it be? Your team or your son?”
“Fair enough. So it’ll be an exclusive nonrelationship with dates. And sex. And many shared memes.”
“Asher Donovan, I was so wrong about you at the beginning.” “Most people are. I’m even more handsome, charming, and witty than they could’ve imagined.” “You forgot humble.” “Obviously. That’s a given.”
“We can still tell him. We just have to adjust our timing,” I said. “2075 should be an auspicious year.”
“Look,” I said. “I know I’m not your first choice when it comes to boyfriends for Scarlett—” “You’re not my second, third, or fourth choice either.”
I was racing. I knew three words would have the power to change our relationship. I just hadn’t expected it to be those three.
“You never answered my question from the hospital.” Your team or your son? I needed to hear him say it. My father looked back at me, his face unreadable. “The team will always be there,” he said. “But I only have one son.”
“Excuse me.” Vincent looked insulted. “I’ve been your captain for years. He only transferred in this year.” He jerked his thumb at me. “We are not on the same level. There’s only one parent here, and it’s me.” “Sure,” I said. “You can be the annoying parent. I’ll be the fun older brother.”
“Yes, Scarlett and I are back together, sir,” I said, unsure where this was leading. “Does she know what an idiot she’s dating?” “Yes, sir, and she loves me anyway.”
