(Harlow)
By the next morning, Greta's folder was still sitting on the dining table. I had every intention of finishing everything, but I wasn't doing paperwork before coffee. Asher was already awake beside me, and I stayed under the covers for another minute. Getting back into real estate apparently came with mornings I couldn't waste in bed.
"I need coffee."
"Go make it yourself."
"I'll be moving around then, and Holt ordered me to rest."
I turned my head toward him. The bastard was really using Holt's orders against me now. After weeks of me taking advantage of his injured leg, I probably should have expected him to find a way to use it too. That didn't mean I had to appreciate it.
"You're full of shit."
"Maybe."
"You can walk to the kitchen."
"I can."
"Then go."
Asher started
