My heart leapt forward in my chest. Did Asher just imply that he was my baby’s father to these girls accosting me?
“You can’t mean…” the cheerleader sputtered. “Surely you’re not…”
Asher shrugged like it was no big deal. “Why not?”
Aimee laughed. “Yeah, why not?”
I rubbed my forehead. What was I supposed to say?
The cheerleader’s face turned red. The other girls glared at her.
“You said Asher wasn’t the father,” said one of them.
“Of course he’d date her if he’s the father,” said another. “Asher is a good guy.”
“Why would we ever listen to you!” said a third.
One by one the girls turned and left. A couple even offered me apologies on their way. Eventually, only the cheerleader herself was still standing before us.
Her glare promised revenge, but was short lived when Asher stepped
