Violet couldn’t imagine where Ash wanted to take her at one thirty in the morning that wasn’t to his place. When she said that she trusted him, her boring, logical side yelled, You don’t know him! Go home! You’re crazy!And yet...her intuition told her she could trust him. She trusted that when he said he wanted to have “good, clean, wholesome fun,” he meant it. At least, as much as Ash Younger could do anything wholesome.She followed Ash down the street and out of the small downtown area. Tipping her head back, she could make out a few stars, and she felt like they were the only two people in the entire world. The town was so quiet. The only sounds were a dog barking and a single car driving by.When they arrived at the playground, Violet let out a startled laugh. “This is what you had in mind?”“What, do you have something against swings?” Ash sat down in one of the swings that was so low to the ground—especially considering that he had to be over six feet tall—that Violet start
Ash opened the door to his apartment and waited for Violet to follow him inside. She didn’t hesitate this time. Maybe in the morning, in the light of day, she’d regret what she was about to do. Maybe months, years, decades from now, she’d look back and say, “I should’ve stayed home. I should’ve done the safe thing.”She had a feeling the only regret she would have was if she didn’t embrace this chance to be with a man like Ash.“Okay?” Ash asked as he shut the door behind her. “You seem far away.”“I’m just amazed at how clean your apartment is for a single guy.”He snorted. “Haven’t I told you? I’m house-trained and everything.”“And you own a vacuum? My hero.”When he growled and started tickling her, she gasped between laughter. Only moments later, his hands held her still at her waist, his gaze no longer playful. It was intense, heated.Licking her lips, she waited.“I want you in my bed,” he said, and his words were like a seductive spell surrounding her.“I want that, to
Violet stepped up to the brightly colored 1920s bungalow where Lizzie and Trent Younger lived and wondered if she’d lost her ever-loving mind.He’s not going to come over for a jewelry party. There’s no way. Just act cool, Violet.Easier said than done.After she took a deep breath, she approached the front door and didn’t even get to knock before Lizzie opened it with a wide smile, Bea on her hip.“I saw you walking up. Oh, Trent, can you take Violet’s things and put them in the living room? I would, but this one here doesn’t want me to put her down today,” she added as she looked pointedly at Bea. Right then, Bea had her fist in her mouth and seemed more than content to watch the proceedings.Trent took Violet’s boxes of jewelry, and the women followed him into the living room.“I told him he had to make himself scarce,” said Lizzie in a whisper, “and he’s grumpy he doesn’t get to watch the game on his new TV.”“I just bought it!” he said over his shoulder, grumbling.“I told
Ash hadn’t seen Violet since she’d sneaked out of his apartment a month ago. He didn’t know how she’d managed to avoid him in a town this small—it was almost impressive, in a way.At the moment, she looked like a cat with its fur standing on end, her eyes blazing. He wondered for the thousandth time what the hell he’d done to freak her out. If the sex hadn’t been a big deal to her, why had she gone out of her way to avoid him?“Hi,” she said briskly as she opened her car door. “And goodbye.”He put out a hand to stop her from opening the door. “That’s it? What the hell did I do to warrant that kind of a greeting?”Her shoulders tensed before slumping. “You didn’t do anything,” she said, speaking to the car window. “But I need to get home.”Ash wasn’t about to let her leave without an explanation. He should’ve been pleased that she hadn’t tried to pursue something more serious. Wasn’t that what he always preferred? Violet was the opposite of clingy. She was practically a walking ad
Ash swore when he couldn’t find the green folder with the documents he needed. He shuffled through the twenty other folders on his desk and the seemingly endless piles of papers, getting to the point where he was tempted to dump everything onto the floor and set it on fire.It was twelve fifty in the afternoon, and Violet had texted him two hours prior to say she would be stopping by with her books by one o’clock. He’d glanced at his watch at least half a dozen times since then. 12:51. Nine minutes to find this folder for Trent so he wouldn’t be lurking when Violet arrived. The last thing Ash needed was his older brother sticking his giant nose into his business, which was one of Trent’s favorite things to do.“Hey, do you have that folder yet? Whoa, what the hell happened in here?” Trent surveyed the mess on Ash’s desk. “Don’t you have bins and shit to organize this stuff? How much am I paying you anyway?”“You’re paying me nothing, as you know, and when you have twenty thousand pi
Violet waved as her sister Vera’s face popped up on her phone for their monthly video chat. Someone yelled and then there was a crash, but Vera just shrugged.“Ethan has a new soccer ball and I told him”—she looked over her shoulder—“not to play with it inside. Ethan Lucas, if you break another vase I’m going to put you up for adoption!”“Yeah right!” Ethan called from the background.Vera rolled her eyes. Two years older than Violet, Vera didn’t look like her sister at all. She was shorter, with dark brown hair and eyes, although she and Violet had a similar smile. Vera had married a decade ago and had two children, Isabella and Ethan, who were eight and six, respectively. Violet hadn’t really understood her sister’s attraction to the staid and quiet Jim, but as far as Violet knew, their marriage had been relatively happy.“So, what’s new with you?” asked Vera. “How’s the business going?”Violet had told her sister about the business’s financial issues, although now she didn’t kn
Ash rolled his neck and checked the time. He’d been working on Violet’s books for over three hours now, and his eyes were blurry from staring at incomprehensible spreadsheets on his computer and mounds of indecipherable notes and receipts. Her husband might have taken care of the books, but he’d done a shit job of it.Going back to the beginning, Ash had yet to figure out how William had come up with his numbers. There were acronyms throughout that were never explained, and Ash could also find no records of many expenses. All of it had given him a raging headache.Shutting his laptop, he rubbed his eyes. He wished he could give Violet good news, and he felt stupid for thinking he’d be able to figure things out quickly. Pride comes before the fall. He’d told Violet he couldn’t guarantee anything. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t thought he wouldn’t untangle this mess, either.Ash wished he could wring William’s neck. It wasn’t just jealousy that made him feel that way: from William’s l
Violet scanned the occupants at the bakery, The Rise and Shine, and let out a breath of relief that Ash hadn’t arrived yet. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see him, but at the same time, she needed to prepare herself anytime she was around him.Everything he did reminded her of their night together. He could do something as benign as tap his finger against his knee, and suddenly she’d be transported back to when he’d parted her knees and had sunk between them...“What can I get you?” a girl with dark brown glasses and pink hair asked Violet. The girl smiled, showing perfectly straight white teeth.“An Americano with room for cream, please.”“Cream in an Americano? I’m going to have to write you up,” Ash said over her shoulder.Violet jumped a little and whirled to face him. “You scared me!”“You didn’t hear the front doorbell jingle?” He grinned.She’d been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t heard anything. Blushing, she turned back to the cashier and paid for her coffee,