Chapter 38 Ghosts
*Ophelia*
Asher’s home less than an hour later, walking through to the living room with sheer annoyance on his face. “What a waste of time. She’s fine; I don’t know why they bothered calling me.”
I shrug. “Maybe Courtney was afraid of something being wrong.”
He sighs, plopping down next to me on the couch. “Well, I’m back now.” He looks over at his television, turned onto a sports channel. “What are we watching?”
I sigh. “Bullshit. Just passing the time while waiting for you.”
Asher kisses the side of my head. “That’s sweet. Any way I can make tonight up to you?”
“There’s nothing to make up,” I insist, nudging his ribs. “Courtney needed you.”