The Lansing House
“What are you doing?”
“Well, we’re going to want to eat at some point,” she said.
“I’ll help, you shouldn’t overdo it.”
Asher gave her a look that meant she shouldn’t argue, and for a moment, he could see that she wanted to. He placed his hands on her shoulders, and guided her back to her seat.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll find it,” he said.
“Yes, Sir, Drill Sergeant.”
Asher laughed, and shook his head. “Haven’t heard that in a while.”