“You piss off Zeke on a daily basis,” he reminded me. “And we all love watching it.” He held out the phone to me, smiling. “Your future boyfriend is still on the phone.” I snorted and took the phone. “He’s met me once and talked to me a few times. He might not like me after tomorrow,” I reminded him and myself. Asher gave me a shit-eating grin. “I don’t know, when I picked up the phone he said, ‘where’s my girl?’” My stomach fluttered again, and I fought off a smile.
