Page 8 of Just A Kiss

“No.” I take a deep breath. “I want to know about Andrea.”

Her brows pull together. “What about her?”

“I saw her last night …”

“She mentioned that when I spoke to her this morning.”

I lean forward. “You spoke to her this morning?” She nods slowly as if I’m slow to understand. “What did she say?”

She shrugs. “Just that you came into The Horseshoe and threw some guy out who was giving her a hard time. And then you walked her out to her car after closing. That was nice of you, by the way. I hate that she works there. I’ve been telling her for years that it’s not safe.”

I smile, and her eyes narrow on me. So I’ve got help on my side. This may be easier than I thought.

“What’s going on, Asher?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest. At one time, she only called me Mr. Kyle, but that too has changed.

She goes to speak, but my door opens once again, and she turns around to see my brother enter my office. He walks up behind her, bends over and kisses her on top of her head before falling into the matching chair beside her. “What are you guys in here talking about?” he asks, being a nosy little bitch. Then he looks at me. “Oh, and Tris is out there cussing you.”

I shrug. Like I care what she thinks of me.

“Nothing.” I answer his first question. He knows I’m not going to acknowledge the hatred my assistant has for me. The hatred he and Hadley once had for each other was their foreplay. That is not the case with Tris and me.

“Asher was just asking me about Andrea.” She rats me out.

“Oh, really?” he questions with a smile on his face. Fucker. “What exactly does he want to know?” he asks her but looks at me.

I roll my eyes.

“We were just about to get to that.”

They both stare at me, expecting me to speak up, but I don’t.

Aiden smirks and looks at Hadley. “I told him last night that she isn’t his type.”

“What does that mean?” she asks him.

“Come on, babe. Andrea isn’t the type of girl my brother dates.”

She scoffs at his words. “Asher doesn’t date any girl. He just screws them and then tosses them out.” He opens his mouth, but she says, “Maybe Asher isn’t the kind of guy Andrea dates.” And before he can respond to that, she jumps from her seat and storms out, slamming my door shut behind her.

My brother watches her leave and then turns in his seat to stare at me. He straightens his suit jacket and cocks a dark brow. We look identical. Dark hair with blue eyes and square jaws. The only difference is he has facial hair, and I’m clean-shaven. “I told you not to go there.”

I smile. “And I believe I told you the same thing with Hadley. But you didn’t listen. So why should I?”

He shakes his head. “Because this is different.”

I don’t doubt that, but I find myself asking, “How?”

He lets out a long breath. “Because Andrea is my wife’s best friend, and after you throw her away, I’ll have to hear about it.”

“I’m sure you can deal.” I don’t plan on letting her go anywhere, but I’m not gonna tell him that.

His eyes narrow on me. “You know what?” He stands and straightens his jacket. “Go ahead and do what you want to do. I can’t stop you. But when you fuck it up, you can deal with Hadley.”

“Wait,” I call out and stand.

“What?”

“What are you doing with your apartment?”

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