Page 49 of Asher

“Why not? Don’t you basically do that every time someone books you for an out-of-town wedding?” Connor asked, arms crossed. He wasn’t going to budge on this.

“That’s the reason. My home is my safehaven. The place I can be myself. I can’t be in a hotel for that long. I’ll lose my damn mind.”

“You lost that years ago.” He chuckled.

“Watch it.” I warned. I was honestly on the edge of snapping at the next thing that even remotely pissed me off. I wouldn’t be able to control my mouth if that happened.

Conner sighed, grabbed his cell off his old man belt holder and typed something on the screen. “We have a guest room that you’re more than welcome to stay in. I know Layla won’t mind. I’m sure Braden would offer you a room, too.”

I resisted the urge to bite my nails. “You have a new baby. I don’t want to intrude.” I really didn’t, but staying in a house with a newborn would be better than a hotel.

I hated hotels.

“You wouldn’t be. If anything, you could be on diaper duty to pay us back.”

Asher cleared his throat beside me. “Or you could stay with me.”

“What?” I stared at him slack jawed.

“Stay with me,” he said again, shoving his hands in the front pockets of his jeans as he rocked back on his heels. His brown eyes locked with mine.

“Asher, I couldn’t.” I shook my head slowly.

Connor glanced between us. “I’ll give you two a minute. I need to go look at your room.” I barely noticed as he turned on his heel and strode out of the room.

Asher grabbed my hand, linking our fingers together. “I’m serious, Hales. Stay with me and Nix. I want us to give this thing a true shot, and this is the perfect way to do that.”

“I thought you wanted to date.”

“I do.”

“And now you want to live together?”

“Why not?” He shrugged as his lips pulled up into that half smile, I couldn’t say no to. Dimple and all.

“I don’t know? Because that’s insane. We don’t even know if this is going to work.” I waved a finger between us. “What happens if we spend so much time together you get sick of me?”

“That won’t happen.” He promised. How the hell was he so sure? How did he know that this wouldn’t turn into a Max and Lorelai situation? How does he know that he won’t buy me 1000 yellow daisies and then I’ll leave him the night before our wedding?

Oh right, because we’re already married.

“How do you know that? I’m a lot to fucking handle.”

“I know,” he said slowly.

“Seriously. I don’t use a hamper.”

“I know.”

I took a deep breath. “I leave hair stuck to the shower wall.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sarcastic.”

He cocked his head to the side. “That’s not a secret.”

“I wear socks to bed.”