Thinking I had overstepped Asher’s boundaries by hugging him from behind, I began to release him.
But then he caught my hands with his and gently returned them to where they had been, palms flat against his hard, muscled abdomen.
We both relaxed into the hug, and I felt the emotional distance between us narrow.
“I’m upset with you for accepting the challenge,” I said. Courage came easier like this, without him looking at me. “But you are my dearest friend. Me being mad at you doesn’t change that.”
“Does that mean you won’t come watch the challenge?” he asked me, voice unusually soft.
“I shouldn’t.” I was angry. If Asher hadn’t accepted Joseph’s challenge then I wouldn’t be about to lose one of them.
As mean as Joseph could be, he was my baby’s father. I needed him so my baby could h
