Chapter Fourty Seven

Even if it was by a woman he was starting to guess might never be happy with his job performance. A woman he had no chance to be with. 

“You’re absolutely right,” he said with enthusiasm. “I really need to step up my game.”

Kimberly started to loosen her grip, probably feeling her sarcasm backfiring, but Asher held it firm. Instead of trailing behind her, he took two long strides ahead.

Now he was leading her.

Looking both ways, Asher tugged her across the street to the left, in between a lag in traffic. Had they both not run, they might not have made it. Despite Kimberly's gasp of concern, Asher continued parallel to the block they’d just left before coming to the intersection.

He blew through it within another pocket of pedestrians until they were at the opening of a preppy clothing store. He didn’t waste any time and ducked through its double doors, passing through an invisible cloud of loud cologne an