shoulder. She never wanted him to stop.
“Fifteen minutes ago.”
She turned to look at him, cocking her head to the side. “You came right here?”
He nodded, looking slightly sheepish. “It’s four o’clock.”
“It’s four o’clock.” She winced, shaking her head. “When you canceled, I made plans with Scarlet. We’re picking out my maid of honor dress today. Did I tell you that my sister’s getting married in July?”
“I heard through the grapevine.”
“Miss Potts?”
“The one and only.”
“We’re going to have to keep an eye on her,” remarked Savannah, grinning at him, loving how his good eye crinkled when he smiled back.
He finally slid his arm away, shifting forward on the swing. “I guess I’d better be going, then. But Savannah …”
She didn’t know what he was about to ask her, but he bit his lower lip, looking down at his hand on his thigh.
“Stay for dinner on Wednesday?” He looked up at her, and she saw the uncertainty in his eyes, the hope, the warmth.
She nodded. “Do you still want me to come at four?”
“Sure. We’ll do the interview first, and then we can just …”
“Have dinner,” she finished, wondering if he could hear her heartbeat. It pou nded so thunderously in her ears, surely everyone on her street could hear it.
“Why Savannah,” her mother said cheerfully, stepping out onto the porch, followed by Scarlet, who hovered behind, looking wide-eyed and uncertain as she flicked nervous glances at Asher’s arm and face. “I didn’t know you had a visitor.”
Asher stood up immediately, offering his good hand to Judy Carmichael. “Mrs. Carmichael. I’m—”
“Asher Lee. Of course you are.” Savannah thanked God for her mother’s kindness. She didn’t flinch or shudder or gawk as she beheld Asher’s imperfect face. She beamed at him. “You have your mother’s eyes.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I liked her very much.”
“She liked you, ma’am.”
“Come for supper on Sunday. Three o’clock.”
“Oh, I …”
“I insist, Asher.” She covered his hand with her other hand, patting gently to seal the deal before releasing him.“We’ll wait for you in the car, button.”
Asher and Savannah watched as Judy and Scarlet made their way around the house .
“Damn ,” Asher said. “I should’ve told her I liked her muffins. And cookies. And scones.”
“You can tell her on Sunday,” said Savannah, reaching out to touch his arm in farewell.
“Savannah, I …”
She looked up to meet his eyes as they walked side by side down the porch steps, the back of his hand lightly brushing the back of hers with every step.
“I just …”
“Me too, Asher,” she said softly. And then, because she was so glad to see him , and so glad not to feel so damn sad anymore, she leaned toward him on tiptoe and pressed her lips gently to his left cheek.
His lips dropped open in awestruck surprise as she drew back, and she had a brief fantasy of leaning up to kiss them, too, but she was already feeling a little light-headed from that peck on his warm cheek. She turned toward the driveway, sprinting away and turning back only to wave when she heard him call, “Wednesday!” from behind.
CHAPTER 7
The first time you talk until dawn
Asher didn’t tell her to dress fancy, but when she arrived on Wednesday in a skimpy silver top that clung to her breasts, fancy dark-blue jeans that hugged her ass, and black ballet flats, his jaw just about dropped. Her hair was pulled into a loose braid at the nape of her neck, and she wore silver bracelets on her left wrist that jangled as she handed a small foil-covered plate to Miss Potts. He’d seen her dressed like a country miss and a disheveled city girl, but sophisticated was new. Sophisticated made his blood hot and his body hard. How in the world was it possible that he had even an outside chance with such a woman?
He watched from the top of the stairs as she greeted Miss Potts.
“Well,
“Fifteen minutes ago.”
She turned to look at him, cocking her head to the side. “You came right here?”
He nodded, looking slightly sheepish. “It’s four o’clock.”
“It’s four o’clock.” She winced, shaking her head. “When you canceled, I made plans with Scarlet. We’re picking out my maid of honor dress today. Did I tell you that my sister’s getting married in July?”
“I heard through the grapevine.”
“Miss Potts?”
“The one and only.”
“We’re going to have to keep an eye on her,” remarked Savannah, grinning at him, loving how his good eye crinkled when he smiled back.
He finally slid his arm away, shifting forward on the swing. “I guess I’d better be going, then. But Savannah …”
She didn’t know what he was about to ask her, but he bit his lower lip, looking down at his hand on his thigh.
“Stay for dinner on Wednesday?” He looked up at her, and she saw the uncertainty in his eyes, the hope, the warmth.
She nodded. “Do you still want me to come at four?”
“Sure. We’ll do the interview first, and then we can just …”
“Have dinner,” she finished, wondering if he could hear her heartbeat. It pou nded so thunderously in her ears, surely everyone on her street could hear it.
“Why Savannah,” her mother said cheerfully, stepping out onto the porch, followed by Scarlet, who hovered behind, looking wide-eyed and uncertain as she flicked nervous glances at Asher’s arm and face. “I didn’t know you had a visitor.”
Asher stood up immediately, offering his good hand to Judy Carmichael. “Mrs. Carmichael. I’m—”
“Asher Lee. Of course you are.” Savannah thanked God for her mother’s kindness. She didn’t flinch or shudder or gawk as she beheld Asher’s imperfect face. She beamed at him. “You have your mother’s eyes.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I liked her very much.”
“She liked you, ma’am.”
“Come for supper on Sunday. Three o’clock.”
“Oh, I …”
“I insist, Asher.” She covered his hand with her other hand, patting gently to seal the deal before releasing him.“We’ll wait for you in the car, button.”
Asher and Savannah watched as Judy and Scarlet made their way around the house .
“Damn ,” Asher said. “I should’ve told her I liked her muffins. And cookies. And scones.”
“You can tell her on Sunday,” said Savannah, reaching out to touch his arm in farewell.
“Savannah, I …”
She looked up to meet his eyes as they walked side by side down the porch steps, the back of his hand lightly brushing the back of hers with every step.
“I just …”
“Me too, Asher,” she said softly. And then, because she was so glad to see him , and so glad not to feel so damn sad anymore, she leaned toward him on tiptoe and pressed her lips gently to his left cheek.
His lips dropped open in awestruck surprise as she drew back, and she had a brief fantasy of leaning up to kiss them, too, but she was already feeling a little light-headed from that peck on his warm cheek. She turned toward the driveway, sprinting away and turning back only to wave when she heard him call, “Wednesday!” from behind.
CHAPTER 7
The first time you talk until dawn
Asher didn’t tell her to dress fancy, but when she arrived on Wednesday in a skimpy silver top that clung to her breasts, fancy dark-blue jeans that hugged her ass, and black ballet flats, his jaw just about dropped. Her hair was pulled into a loose braid at the nape of her neck, and she wore silver bracelets on her left wrist that jangled as she handed a small foil-covered plate to Miss Potts. He’d seen her dressed like a country miss and a disheveled city girl, but sophisticated was new. Sophisticated made his blood hot and his body hard. How in the world was it possible that he had even an outside chance with such a woman?
He watched from the top of the stairs as she greeted Miss Potts.
“Well,
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