Chapter 18
Why would he want to date me?
But more importantly: why did I question it?
“Yes.” My voice was loud and clear, leaving no room for misunderstanding.
“Yeah?”
“Of course, dummy.” The childhood nickname slipped out. I wished I could take it back until Asher guffawed in my ear.
“No one has called me that for years.”
“I should hope not. That’s myname for you.”
“Aw, shit, Cory. I’m so happy you’re back.”
“Me, too,” I said.
“Get dressed. I’m picking you up.”
“Now? Why?”
“I’m taking you out on a date, remember?”
I raised my eyebrow and glanced at the time again. “At 2:10 in the morning?”
“There’s no time like the present.”
“Where will we even go?”
“I know a place,” Asher said.
Smiling, I shook my head. That was so typical of him. Always impulsive, never playing by the rules. “Okay.”
“Awesome. I’ll be there in ten.”
“Sure. See you soon.”
“Oh, and Cory? I have a suggestion.”
“What’s that?” I asked.