“Because during our sessions, Dr. Montgomery encouraged me to do something that would make me happy. Asher always made me happy, so I went to see him.”
Asher wiggled his hand out of mine and put it on my back. Over my clothes at first, but after just a moment, he found his way under my shirt and pressed his hot palm against my knobby spine.
A jolt of heat rushed through me.
“And you thought it was a good idea to go without consulting me? Or your father?”
“I knew what your opinion would be.”
Asher dragged his calloused fingertips up and down my back, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from whimpering in pleasure. His hand on my skin kept me grounded, just what I needed in this conversation with my mother.
“Well, I have never…” If she had been the pearl-wearing type, she would have clutched them right about now. “I cannot believeyou would do this to us, Cory.”