Page 80 of Borrow My Heart

Do you have what it takes to be the chosen one?

I typed back:Yes! I like it.

I think it was your suggestion when we initially talked about this. But also, you should get a stock photo of King Arthur pulling Excalibur out of the stone.

Will the average person know your old-school reference?

You obviously knew it,Asher pointed out.

Are you calling me average?

Never!

We’re sleeping on a bus, btw.

Um…what?

My mom lives on a bus in this hippie commune. It’s very much mymom.

Facetime me later with a tour?he asked.

I pushed the video button at the top of the screen and it started ringing immediately.

“Or now,” Asher said when his cute face appeared.

“Hi, I miss you.”

He smiled big. “I miss you, too.”

“What have you been doing all day?” I asked.

“Not much, my mom dragged me all over town to help with chores.”

“Such a good son.”

“I mean…” He shrugged. “Are you going to post today about Bean?”

“The sooner the better, right?”

“For sure.” His eyes looked around, taking in the bus and all its clutter. “What about you? What have you been doing?”

I pointed at my nose, which was a bit sunkissed from our time outside. “We went to the lake today and then into town, where we shopped for a bit. I got you a present.”

“What is it?” He tried to peer around me.

“Why would I tell you that? But don’t expect a lot. It’s small and silly.”

“I like small and silly,” he said. “It’s my favorite, in fact.”

“Good, then you’ll love it.”

The front door opened and Mom and Zoey walked in with a basketful of vegetables and dirty hands.

“I better go,” I said.

“Is that Olive Garden Boy?” Zoey sang.

“You know his name,” I retorted.

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