Semua Bab The Lansing House: Bab 91 - Bab 100

AsherHe placed the lawn chair in the middle of the corral and sat down. Two of the hands, Blair, and Dylan stood by the railings, and watched him. He adjusted his hat, and took out his phone to check his emails. The stallion snorted, throwing his mane over his neck, and stomped his hooves. Asher didn’t look at the horse but typed out a message on his phone.He glanced over his shoulder when he heard Eden’s voice, and his gaze settled on Emerson. She rested her chin on her arms over the railings, and watched him intently.Asher took a peppermint out of his pocket and held it in his hand. The horse looked at him, and took a step closer. He locked eyes with the horse, and he let the emotion show in his eyes.“If you want it, you’re going to have to come and get it,” Asher said.The horse didn’t move. Asher stood up, and walked over to the fence post. He put the peppermint down on it, and leaned against the railing. After a few seconds, the horse walked to where Asher stood, and lowered

AsherHe stood in the doorway, the image of that towel barely covering the essential parts, still flashing in front of him. He exhaled a long rush of air, and walked to the freezer. He took the pack of steaks out, and placed it in cold water in the sink.It took him a minute to close the freezer door and get himself under control again. She wasn’t pretty in the sense that you stopped and looked twice, but the more time he spent with her, the more he realized she was beautiful. It was her personality, the way she carried herself, her positivity, and just the way she was. He headed up to his bedroom, fighting the urge to not knock on her door. The storm had soaked his clothes right through, and he knew she wouldn’t have been in the kitchen in only a towel if she knew he was there. She didn’t strike him as someone that played games like that.When he was finished in the bathroom, and dressed, he headed back down to the kitchen. Emerson was cutting tomatoes at the kitchen table. She didn’

AsherHe got ready for the day, showering and dressing. Emerson had gone to her own room and Asher hadn’t missed the redness around her throat. He was in the kitchen first and he got breakfast started.She joined him a few minutes later, the redness starting to form a bruise. He didn’t know how she was even in the same room with him. He shuddered at the thought of what could have happened if he hadn’t snapped out of it.“It’s hard to talk about everything he did to me. Most of it I didn’t even tell the cops about,” she said.Their food was ready, but Asher didn’t want to eat. He wanted to talk to her, get her to open up to him. He needed to prove to himself that she wasn’t afraid of him. He wasn’t sure he could handle it if she was.Instead, he set the table, and they ate their food. This time, the silence wasn’t uncomfortable, and they cleaned the kitchen together. Asher was suddenly glad for the rain. Neither of them could escape the other, and that was probably what they needed.“H

AsherHe woke up much later, the only light in the room coming from the television. Emerson was lying half on top of him, and he had no idea when they’d fallen asleep.Her dark hair had fallen over her face, and Asher tucked the strands behind her ear. They’d stepped over the line, but he wasn’t sorry they had. He didn’t regret it.He shifted and slowly moved her off him. He covered her with the blanket, got his clothes from the floor, and put them on. His watch told him it was 8 p.m., and he wandered into the kitchen.He stood in front of the freezer, took out one of Eden’s frozen dinners she’d made; put it in the microwave to defrost, and switched the kettle on. He could smell her perfume, a faint scent that had faded a bit.“Did I wake you?”“No,” she said, from the doorway. Asher took another cup from the cupboard, and turned to look at her. She had wrapped the blanket around her, but hadn’t gotten dressed.“You should get dressed,” he said, and swallowed.“Why? Does seeing me in

EmersonThe rain lasted another two days, and on the morning of the third day, Asher had left at 5 a.m. He kissed her forehead, and she smiled in the dark room as he moved around, silently getting dressed.Falling asleep in his bed had happened automatically. She had no idea how he’d carried her upstairs, their arms wrapped around each other, and their tongues fighting for dominance.Asher was generous. He gave freely of himself, and Emerson couldn’t help falling harder and harder, as each day passed. Eden’s words came back to her, and she shifted in Asher’s bed. She had no idea how things would work long-term. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. Being with Asher felt real, it felt right. She almost wished that they wouldn’t catch Grover.She sighed, knowing that life didn’t work that way. Fairytales and dreams didn’t come true, because this couldn’t possibly be real, could it? Men like Asher didn’t exist in real life.At 7 a.m., she dragged herself out of his bed, and got ready for t