JUNIPER
“We really don’t have to leave,” I said as we waited for the valet to get Asher’s car.
He squeezed my hand and said, “I can’t sweep you off your feet if you’re uncomfortable, now can I?”
“I’m ruining your plan.” I shifted on my feet, looking back at the restaurant. From here, it looked like the hostess had a scowl on her face, but that could have just been my imagination.
Asher turned towards me and swept a piece of hair out of my face. He leaned in closer, and his breath touched my lips. “What can I say to make you believe it’s fine?”
“I don’t know.”
He leaned in more, and our lips nearly touched—
“Your car, sir,” the valet said.
Asher pulled back and cleared his throat. He handed cash to the man and said, “Thank you for your prompt service.”
“Of course. Ma lady.” The v
