“Here’s my card,” Agnes said as she handed it to me. “Email or call me whenever you need to. I’m almost always available.”
“I will.” I waved at her as she hopped into her car and drove off down the road, leaving me standing next to Asher.
I cleared my throat. “Your friend Hank blurted out to me in the middle of the grocery store that you would be at my house to talk about something.” I raised an eyebrow. “Of course, everyone within range heard it, and I’m sure people are thinking all kinds of things about why you would be coming to see me, you being single and all, according to gossip.”
He winced. “Sorry about that. Hank has no notion of subtlety.” Then he grinned. “He is pretty, though.”
“Very.” I walked around the house to the barn, and Asher followed me. “So I heard you’re one of the main reasons being gay in this town doesn’t get us beat up or jeered at like when I was a kid?” And didn’t that rose color on his cheeks make him also look pretty?