By the end of October, I was halfway through the mural I’d agreed to do for the town. Agnes from the town council was delighted with the design as it took shape, and Asher spent so much time in my company, I wondered if he was actually getting any work done.
“Don’t you have a town to run, or policies to implement, or something?” I asked one brisk morning, smiling at the sight of him in a hoodie and jeans as he walked toward me with two cups of coffee in hand.
He handed one to me and said with a sniff, “I’ve decided I need to delegate more.”
“Uh-huh.”
I knew word on the street was that the mayor was smitten with the prodigal son returned and they were having a steamy affair, practically having s*x on the side of the road and in alleys, to hear people tell it. Far from the truth, but tha
