Page 82 of Worth the Scandal
My phone buzzes. Once. Then twice. Then five times in a row. I grab it off the nightstand squinting my eyes as I adjust to the brightness.
ASHER:
Whose hand is that.
ASHER:
You serious right now?
ASHER:
Is this what you meant by space, one month to go and you couldn’t hold on?
ASHER:
Scarlett. Don’t do this.
My throat tightens. I stare at the screen. My heart thuds like footsteps in a quiet hallway. This is what I wanted.
SCARLETT:
It was dinner. With a client. You don’t get to flip on me now, I haven’t heard a fucking peep from you in 2 months.
ASHER:
You’re posting him.
While I’m here keeping my distance like you asked.
SCARLETT:
Exactly. You’re keeping your distance. You disappeared, Asher.
ASHER:
I didn’t disappear.
I backed off. I gave you space.
I’m waiting for you.
That doesn’t mean I stopped being yours.
That one makes me sit down.
And then the final message comes through.
ASHER:
I’m flying in tomorrow.
Don’t make any more dinner plans.
Chapter Thirty Eight - Asher
“I don’t know who I am without football.” Dr. Lawson leans back in his chair, always calm, always patient, like he’s got all the time in the world for me to finally say the thing I’ve been dodging for months. “That’s fair. But you know that’s not true.”
I rub a hand over my jaw, my stubble pricking my palm. I make a mental note to shave before I see her. “Yeah, well. It feels true. I’ve never been good at anything not like Ben. Fuck he had the world at his feet, made mum and dad proud.”
