Chapter 22
The date was from a year ago.
With a deep sigh, I put it back where I’d found it. Then I walked back to the sofa and crouched down.
“Mr. Cross. I’m going to run an errand and then I’ll be back.”
His eyes flew open. “Why?”
“I’m going to clean your house. And you’re not going to object.”
“I’m not?”
Looking him straight in the eye, I shook my head.
“You’re bossy, aren’t you?”
“I can be,” I said.
“I guess that’s why he likes you.”
My eyes widened. “What did you say?”
“Never mind.” He pulled the blanket closer around his body and closed his eyes. “You might as well take the key, then. Now, leave me alone.”
Afraid he’d change his mind, I tiptoed out of the house and drove away.
* * * *
Forty-five minutes later, I was back at the bar. I’d stopped at a supermarket on the way and done some shopping, but I wanted to talk to Asher before I returned to his father’s house.