The guy who had asked for my number must have felt the glare freezer-burning into the back of his head. The minute he spotted Asher, he excused himself and dashed away.
With that guy gone, Asher’s gaze returned to me. His eyes softened marginally, still icy but not the total blizzard he’d given the guy.
Nicole looked between them. “Friend of yours?”
“Something like that,” I mumbled.
“He must be special to you.”
Surprised, I faced Nicole.
“You look at him like he hung the moon,” Nicole said, smiling.
Cheeks burning, I shook my head. “It’s not like that. He’s best friends with my brother. That’s all.”
Nicole hummed, but didn’t press.
When I looked back to where Asher had been, he was gone.
“Want to head home?” Nicole asked. I hoped she hadn’t seen my face fall.
“Yeah,” I said.
