~ Asher’s POV ~
Asher rolled up quietly in his black BMW. From a distance, he saw Miles’s grey Range Rover pulling up in front of Cantor Arts Center. It was this large art museum located about half a mile away from the main campus. After parking the car, Miles got out and opened the side door. Zoie emerged soon after and she smiled at him for opening her car door.
Ugh. What a cliché.
Walking hand in hand, Zoie and Miles entered the museum. Asher killed the engine of his car and grabbed a baseball cap from the glove compartment. He put the cap over his head and checked his reflection in the rearview mirror. Feeling unsatisfied, he took out his sunglasses and put them on.
Hm. Better.
Asher got off the car and made his way into the museum. He was fast, but stealthy. Slipping past the row
