Page 93 of Outside The Wire

“It was a long time ago. It was time to move on.”

“Yeah, but right out of the gate, you fall in love and want to move in? I mean, are you going to marry this woman?”

“If I have anything to say about it.”

His eyes bugged out at the bluntness of my words. “Asher?—”

“Wyatt, I know what I’m doing. I had no fucking clue the first time around. I know with Holly. She’s the woman for me. There’s not a single doubt in my mind.”

“And you married this other woman, but didn’t love her?”

“Not at first. It was…complicated. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.”

He nodded, closing the subject. “Well, good luck with your delivery.”

He held up his coffee mug as a gesture of goodwill and walked out of the break room. I knew exactly what he was thinking. That I was crazy, that things were moving too fast with Holly. I wasn’t insane and I wasn’t trying to make up for something I’d lost. I just knew that Holly was always the one I was meant to be with. She was everything I’d been missing in life, and I wasn’t about to throw away that gift when it had been handed to me.

I got back to work and did my best not to watch the clock. The orders kept piling up, and it seemed that no matter how fast I finished an order, there was always another one waiting. It wasn’t until I finally climbed out of the pit and saw how darkit was outside that I realized I’d missed the fucking delivery at Holly’s.

I strode over to the workbench and grabbed my phone. “Shit.” Five missed calls. No doubt, Holly was confused as hell as to why there was a delivery at her house that she had no idea about.

I dialed her number, sighing as I looked at the clock. Fuck, I was late.

“Asher,” she said, with a hint of humor in her voice.

“Holly Bear.”

“Would you like to explain why I had a delivery of a snowblower, salt, and a snow plow attachment?”

I scratched the back of my neck with a laugh. “Uh…there’s another storm coming.”

“I’m aware.”

“And I wanted to be prepared.”

“Yes, but why is this at my house?”

“Because I wanted to be able to salt your driveway and clean it out. And I wanted to be able to attach the plow to the front of my truck in case we needed to get somewhere.”

“Well…that’s kind of sweet.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to accept the delivery. I couldn’t have it delivered here because we’re so packed, and they needed someone there to sign. I figured we’d most likely be at your place.”

“You know, we can spend more time at your place. We don’t always have to be at my house.”

“It doesn’t matter to me.”

“Why not?”

“Because my house has no personality.”

“Well, that’s not true. You have that giant cock in the bedroom.”

I chuckled, recalling the picture we hung that was way too big for the wall—the same one she insisted she measured correctly with her girl math. “Well, we have the same one at your place. And it’s a little less frightening to wake up to.”

“Still…I feel bad that you always come over to my place.”

“I don’t. If I didn’t want to be there, I would tell you.” A door slammed behind me and I turned around just in time to see Wyatt roll his eyes and make a gagging sound. “Hold on, baby. My boss is choking.” I covered the mouthpiece. “Did you need something?”

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