I was just about to head back to the office when Asher unexpectedly intercepted me, halting my progress before I reached the door leading into the bustling heart of the packhouse.
With a sense of urgency, he took my hand and guided me up the staircase, his grip firm yet reassuring. We stepped into our bedroom, and as he closed the door behind us, an uncharacteristic tension filled the air.
I turned to face him, my heart racing with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, and noticed an unmistakable look of distress etched on his features. Without hesitation, he crossed the room and wrapped me in a tight embrace, holding me as if he needed to shield me from the weight of his thoughts.
“What’s this for?” I inquired, trying to decipher the whirlwind of emotions swirling around us.
His voice
