“If the Boss okays my leave, which he basically has to, he’s not going to make Donovan stay with you. It would be stupid.” I hoped that was the case. Otherwise, it meant Asher and I would be forced into one-on-one lessons. Three times a week, every week for the remainder of the summer. An errant flutter disrupted my stomach. Disappointment or anticipation? I couldn’t tell, which was alarming.
