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Everyone in the room laughed at that.
Five minutes later, I was in my office packing my briefcase when I heard a pair of whispered voices gradually growing louder. Curious, I looked out my doorway and saw Ivy and Damian talking farther down the hallway.
“—really think this is a good idea? Have you even told Asher the truth?” I heard Damian whisper, his voice carrying.
My stomach dropped. The truth about what? That he was Adrian's father? Maybe he was Adrian's father, but Ivy and he weren't a couple? My head spun with all the possibilities.
“I know what I'm doing, Damian,” Ivy replied, her tone terse. “This is my life. Let me live it.”
Damian sighed. “You're right. I'm sorry for butting in.”
After that, there was only silence, and I retreated back into my office with even more questions bouncing around my head.
Chapter 25
The Question Game
Ivy
“What’s your favorite color?” Adrian asked Asher as he scooped the last bite of pie onto his fork.
I grinned and took a sip of my iced tea. All throughout dinner, Adrian had been asking Asher random questions. He had a seemingly endless supply of them. Asher began to fire off his own questions in return. It had become a game between them.
“Hm,” Asher said and tapped his chin in thought. It warmed my heart to see that he was really thinking about his answers to Adrian’s questions. “I would have to say blue, but not just any kind of blue. Blue like the sky on a clear day.”
Adrian nodded seriously, like he was storing this information away for later.
Asher’s hazel eyes flashed to mine, and a flush crept up my neck. One could say that my eyes were sky blue…could that be the reason it was Asher’s favorite color?
Stop right there.
I needed to quit obsessing over Asher. It hadn’t been right for me to flirt with him in his office this morning. Of course, I enjoyed thetension between us. Our kiss had my legs shaking with desire. And the fact that he had pots of ivy hanging up in his office? That had made me want to forget how complicated our situation was, lock his office door, and have my wicked way with him.
But I needed to figure out if I wanted to tell him that Adrian was his son before I could even consider the possibility of pursuing anything with Asher. Even though I was annoyed when Damian had pulled me aside to ask if it was a good idea for Asher and Adrian to spend time together when neither of them knew the truth, he did have a point. It wasn't fair to either of them.
“What’s your favorite food? Obviously, besides key lime pie,” Asher asked.
“Hm,” Adrian said and tapped his chin just like Asher had done a moment ago. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning. “Probably mac and cheese. My mom makes the best extra cheesy mac and cheese.” Adrian looked at me, then his eyes slid over to the last few bites of pie on Asher’s plate.
“That’s nice of you to say, honey,” I said. “Especially since that mac and cheese comes from a box.”
Adrian smiled brightly. “That’s why I love it!”
My sweet boy.
“I’d like to try your cooking someday,” Asher told me, and leaned back in the booth.
I chuckled. “My cooking consists of adding extra cheese to boxed macaroni and reheating frozen chicken nuggets.”
“I’m not much of a cook myself,” Asher admitted, and we shared a grin. “With our crazy work schedules, I guess it’s hard to find the time.”
“Exactly,” I said.
Asher turned his attention back to Adrian. “Man, you were right. This key lime pie is the best I’ve ever had.”
“I told you!” Adrian said, bouncing in his seat with excitement.
“But I’m so stuffed. Do you mind finishing off my slice?” Asher asked. “You’d be doing me a favor, really.”
