“Yeah. Date,” Lamar said. “I’m taking Cynthia out tonight.”
Asher’s attention turned to me. I immediately dropped my gaze, unable to meet his eyes.
Soft as a whisper, Asher said, “Cynthia?”
He made my name sound like a question, and I knew what he was really asking. He wanted me to confirm what Lamar was saying. He likely wouldn’t leave until I did.
It took me longer to answer than it should have. Maybe I wanted him to stay.
But prolonging this was only hurting us both. Even now, my heart ached.
“It’s true,” I said. By some miracle, I kept the tremor out of my voice. “Lamar and I are going on a date.”
I worded it carefully. A date. One date. Not dating, which implied multiple dates. Hopefully Asher could hear that specific detail.
Yet when I glanced up at him, he was looking at m
