“And you say the Force is strong within,” I tease, and then the elevator door opens, our laughter spilling out. We head down the hall, and Asher unlocks the door, letting me in first. I am taken aback when I see the place is still full of furniture. “I thought they moved out?”
Asher shuts the door behind himself. “They did. Aiden was going to rent it out to any new guys on the team, so he and Shelli left their stuff and bought new.”
“Oh, well, that’s cool and good for you since you gave Jasmine everything.”
“You’re not going to let me live that down, are you?”
I shake my head as I drop onto the couch. “Nope. It was dumb.”
He shrugs as he moves through the condo, checking things out. “It was,” he calls to me. “But it was quicker and easier.”
“It was. I’ll give you that,” I say as he comes back into the living room. I pull out my phone to see a text from Taco.
Taco: Where you at?
Me: Angie wasn’t feeling well, so I took her home. I couldn’t find you.
Taco: Oh, okay. Where are you now?
I hesitate. If I tell him I’m with Asher, he’ll freak.
Me: I took Asher home.
Taco: Are you coming back?
Me: Probably not.
Taco: OK… Wanna go to dinner Saturday?
“No.”
I look up to see Asher reading over my shoulder. “Rude!”
He laughs as he comes around the couch, falling beside me and reaching for the remote.
Me: I have that fitting for my cousin’s wedding, but I’ll be free after that.
Taco: Cool. Pick me up at seven.
“He’s such a loser. Can’t even pick you up.”
I glance back to him. “Says the guy who is being chauffeured around by me?”
He shrugs. “I’m getting a car this weekend, thank you.”
I roll my eyes as I text Taco back.
Me: Sure. See you then.
I tuck my phone into my purse and lean back on the couch as Asher puts on I Am a Killer. It’s our new obsession on Netflix. Plus, he wants to make sure he stays ahead of Emery. I don’t know why he thinks she’ll be a murderer. She’s tough and crazy, but I think she’s awesome. “I’m worried about Angie.”
He nods. “Yeah, that sucked. Have you texted her?”
“I did when we were in the drive-thru, but no response.”
“When you’re sick, you’re the same way,” he says, and I shrug.
“True,” I agree as I put my feet underneath me. “Sucks you two didn’t work.”