Chapter 15
Asher stood in the barn waiting, peering out the window, anticipating the brightness of the SUV’s headlights as Clara pulled up the driveway. Temporarily he felt a smidge of guilt at making her think she was racing toward an emergency. He should have asked her to come without feeding her a story. Candy Cane was fine and dandy when Asher checked on him mere minutes before.
He hated to be deceitful, but had worried his invitation would be shot down otherwise. He messed up, Asher got that, and when one made a mess the best thing to do was clean it up, especially since he wanted Clara to stick around a lot longer.
Asher paced, hands in the pockets of his jacket, fretting. What if my fib just upsets her more? What if she rushed over here, sees Candy Cane is fine and gives me what
