Asher, cup in hand, turned from the drink table and saw me. He stilled, eyes widening for just an instant. Then, his gaze fell to where I held Lamar’s hand.
Instantly, I released Lamar. Lamar glanced at me, confused, until he spotted what I was looking at.
By then, Asher had looked away. He veered to his right, away from me and into the crowd. I could still see him, his profile and his windswept dark hair, even as he moved to the other side of the room.
“Oh, s**t. Sorry, Cynthia,” Lamar said.
I dragged my gaze away from Asher to watch Lamar’s smile soften in apology.
“I really hadn’t thought he’d come. This is a party for the soccer team. I can count on one hand how many of us he actually likes.”
A party for… the soccer team?
Oh, no. Did that mean Joseph would also be here?
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