Chapter 43

I hopped in and turned on the engine, amused as Dali immediately stuck his head out the window, which I’d lowered a little more for his pleasure. As I drove through the almost-empty lot, I saw Asher standing next to a shiny pickup truck, which looked like it had all the bells and whistles. Guess things had been going well for him, whatever he was doing. And I didn’t care. Nope, not one bit.

His eye caught mine but I quickly looked away, not wanting to torture myself, though I was sure it would happen anyway. I rubbed Dali’s back with one hand, seeking solace and a way for my body to calm down. I hadn’t known if Asher would still be here, but there he was, and it was like yesterday and I was seventeen all over again.

Because Asher Knox was still the best looking thing in the world, hair the color of flames, and time had done nothing to dull the beating of my heart in his presence, even though he’d broken it.

My heart could just piss off.

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