This new Asher wasn’t the same man. I knew that. He’d probably never be as easygoing as he’d once been. Prison had stripped him of that. And I hoped—for his sake—that his hypervigilance would ease and the anger I could see simmering beneath the surface would fade. But the more I got to know him again, the more I knew I truly loved him. They hadn’t stolen his compassion. He hadn’t lost his desire to protect the people he loved. His once-easy smile had become harder to earn, but it wasn’t gone. And he still had his sense of humor. He would always be intelligent and hard-working, and his loyalty
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