Leah Sinclair pursed her lips and said, "I know. Don't worry."
In Asher Keating's car, Phoebe Peyton was muttering his name and trying to lean on him. Asher held her upright. "Phoebe, you've had too much to drink."
"I'm not drunk, Asher. How could you be with someone else? I like you. I've really missed you so much these past few years." Tears streamed down Phoebe Peyton's beautiful face as she gazed at Asher Keating, her red-rimmed eyes full of affection.
Sean Yates, who was driving, was startled and quickly glanced at the back seat in the rearview mirror. Asher Keating's brows furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line as he looked at Phoebe Peyton.
When Asher Keating didn't say anything, Phoebe Peyton mustered her courage and reached for his hand. "Asher, you used to like me too, didn't you? I could feel it. Even though we've barely been in contact these past few years, I'm sure you've still thought of me."
