I wasn’t ready to talk. If we talked, then I’d have to confront the state of our relationship, and I’d much rather live in denial. Limbo was better than hell. Asher stopped less than two feet away. “About us.” His rough, raw voice rushed over me. As upset as I was about him breaking his promise and endangering his life, I couldn’t pretend I didn’t care about him. That was the problem. I cared too much. I cared too much and he didn’t care enough, and I was afraid we’d never bridge that gap.
