(Harlow)
We reached the compound, and Asher parked. I grabbed my purse before getting out of the car. Once we were inside our section, I placed it on the living room table and headed toward our bedroom. Asher followed me and closed the door behind us.
"You're walking pretty well for a man who spent dinner complaining about his leg."
"I complained once."
"Three times."
"Keeping count?"
"Someone has to."
I turned around and found him watching me. He'd been looking pleased with himself since we left the restaurant, and I was beginning to wonder what he'd planned. Asher walked over to the dresser and opened one of the drawers. I recognized the cuffs when he took them out.
"Those again?"
"Got a problem with them?"
"Depends what you're planning."
"Thought you wanted a distraction."
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