"It's not Second Young Master Hale's place to teach me how to take care of my own."
Asher Keating left without a backward glance. As he passed through the living room, he snagged Leah Sinclair's bag. When he reached the door, Asher said, "Her clothes... have Second Young Master Hale throw them out."
Chester Hale heard the door close, lit a cigarette, and sighed softly.
Asher Keating carried her home. He found the bathrobe Leah Sinclair was wearing an eyesore, so he pulled it right off and tucked her into the comforter. Leah shivered from the cold, curling into a ball and mumbling dazedly about how cold it was.
Asher was both angry and pained. In the end, he stripped down, got into bed, and pulled her into his arms. Sensing his warmth, Leah clung to him tightly. Her hair was still a little damp, and Asher thought about getting up to grab a towel and dry it for her.
But she wouldn't let go, mumbling something. Asher leaned in closer to hear her clearly. "Asher... don't go."
