Chapter Twenty Three

Asher Adams was in her life to protect her, which made him wrong for all the right reasons. And having these weird feelings towards him definitely not a good idea. She didn't need anyone to tell her that.

Cooperate. She told herself. Let him do his thing. It won't be long now and then you’ll get your life back.

She shot him a sidelong glance. Asher, despite being on his feet almost throughout the day, didn’t look tired at all. While she, on the contrary, felt like death in a skillet. Something a strong shot of caffeine would cure. And a laugh or two with some good friends would help her relax a little bit. But she knew that as much as she wanted that, she didn't even have the strength for it, and she doubted Mr tough bodyguard here would let her anywhere out of his sight.

"I'm going to prepare something for us to eat now" she said. "You must be hungry. I know that because I'm starving right now.. And tired too"

"You don't have to do all that" he said again. "I'm fine".