The end of Monday was miserable after Sally and Rebecca left the house. Now, Tuesday was shaping up to drag along uneventfully, making Asher wish it was the wedding day. At least then he’d get a glimpse of Cyana. Heat from his irritation seemed to hover around him. He’d apologized about Sally’s behavior, but Iona refused his calls. She was polite, asking him to keep communication on a professional level until further notice. Cyana must have been pretty torn up about Sally’s intent to take business from Huffing Kitchen. He shoved the device back in his pocket, wondering, once again, why he hadn’t offered to replace Cyana’s phone. Because if I had, she’d have gotten away from me. He shook his head at how well his ingrained selfishness worked. Growing up a rich brat had that side effect. He was well aware of his stubborn quality and leveraged his will well. He’d gotten his hands on his shy beauty, only to have her wounded by the Wilmington obligation to stay picture perfect.
