I wasn’t terribly impressed with Aimee’s ex, Brent. He was handsome enough, I supposed, and had nice, long blond hair. But the obvious greed in his gaze was off-putting, and I didn’t much care for the calculating way he sized up Asher.
Asher, for his part, seemed thoroughly disinterested in anything Brent was saying.
“Well, good luck,” Asher said, clearly dismissing himself from the group.
I hurried to catch up with him, stopping him a few steps away.
“Wait,” I whispered quickly. “Keep talking to Brent.”
Asher lifted a brow at me. Yet before he could say anything, Brent also left the group to track down Asher.
“I wanted to ask you something,” Brent started.
Crossing his arms, Asher first looked at me, then at Brent. “Alright.”
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while, but you
