THIRTY-TWO

Asher took her hands in his without hesitating for a moment. He could imagine what she must be thinking. She wasn’t crazy, but it was evident that for some reason, she was a thing so.

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know, Clarissa. All I know is that you may have imagined that to be. Sometimes, things like that happen that take us unawares.” He said softly. The look she gave him, made him lick his lips quickly. “Or, it could be that you were worrying about something or the other and your subconscious decided to enact the scene to life,” he explained.

Clarissa nodded. It was evident she wasn’t convinced, just like he wasn’t. Thankfully, she did not push anymore. Asher would do that. He made it a note at the back of his mind to investigate the matter.

Clarissa freshened up in one of the baths in the penthouse. She was aware of Archer’s presence in the house, and it didn’t make her uneasy one bit. Instead, she felt at peace.

With a sigh, she stepped out of the bath and used some of the l