(Harlow)
Friday morning started like every other morning lately.
Woke up to my alarm. Got dressed. Made coffee. Looked out the window at the four brothers stationed around my house.
Wade was by the front gate. Holt near the driveway. Jace at the side entrance. Axel walking the perimeter.
Same routine. Every day.
I grabbed my phone. Checked my schedule.
Ten AM showing on Oak Street. One PM on Maple Street. Three PM on River Road.
Three chances today.
Three opportunities to find a moment alone.
But I knew better now. After failing at Elm Street earlier this week, I knew how hard it would be.
Still. I had to try.
I finished my coffee. Grabbed my bag. Walked outside.
Asher was waiting by the van. He smiled when he saw me.
"Morning, babe," he said.
"Morning."
He kissed my forehea
