MYRA THORNE POV"You should get this," the seller said, pointing to the red mangoes stacked neatly on the wooden stand. "They are very fresh, very nutritious. And they will make your fruit bowl look even more colorful.""Really?" I asked, picking one up. Its skin was warm from the sun, its surface slightly sticky."Yes, they are. And you should get these coconuts too. They are so refreshing."I nodded, dropped a few mangoes into my basket, then reached for a coconut.A hand closed around my wrist.I stilled, then turned my head slowly, my pulse thudding in my ear—until I saw him. Asher. The rush of fear eased a little, leaving only the quick beat of my heart."Oh, it's just you. What's wrong?""You've bought enough," he said. "I think it's time we head back to the house."He released me, but the ghost of his touch stayed. Turning to the seller, he pulled out cash, his broad shoulders angling between us as though shielding me.I stared at him, my brow dipping. Why was he acting so stra
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