“I… um…” I had no idea how to answer Dylan. Panic set in, sending my heart into overdrive.
Should I admit to Asher being beside me? It was getting late at night. Surely Dylan would have follow-up questions. Like, why was Asher in my room after dark.
“Oh, s**t, I have to go,” Dylan said suddenly.
I exhaled in relief. I loved talking to my older brother but I really needed that save.
“I’ll call you again soon, okay?”
“Okay,” I said.
“Bye, Cynthia.” Dylan hung up.
I lowered the phone. Asher leaned against me, nudging his shoulder into mine.
“Are you okay?”
“He’s done with the wargames. He had to go but he’s going to call again soon.”
“That’s good, right?”
I nodded.
“Then, why do you look so freaked out?” Asher wrapped his arm around me. When I didn’t immediately answer, he said, “
