Page 34 of The Harder You Fall (Rixon Raiders 3)

“Asher!”

Chuckling, I went to the faucet to get another glass of water.

“So Mya didn’t stay?” I finally asked the question I’d been wondering ever since hearing her name.

“Jason gave her a ride home after she made sure you were all tucked in.” Amusement laced Cam’s words, but I didn’t give him shit for it.

“Okay,” I grunted.

“This shit must be killing you; knowing she was here but not being able to remember what you said to her?”

“Jason,” Flick shot me an apologetic look.

“I’ll make it right with her,” I said with conviction.

Whether or not she’d give me a chance though, was another matter entirely.

“You must be Mya’s aunt. Nice to meet you. I’m Asher, Asher Bennet.” I held out the bunch of flowers, realizing I had severely underestimated Mya’s warning when the petite woman glared up at me. “I know who you are. What do you want?”

“I... uh, is Mya home?” I scratched my jaw, feeling the weight of her stare press down on me.

“She’s busy.”

“Ma’am, I mean no disrespect, but I’d really like to—”

“Asher?” Mya appeared, eyes wide with an indecipherable emotion. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I know. I just wanted to drop by and give your aunt these and hopefully talk to you.”

“Mya,” her aunt warned.

“You should put the flowers in water, Auntie. I’ll be right there, okay?”

I stood a little taller at Mya coming to my defense but as the two of them stared at one another, locked in some silent conversation, I knew there was far more to this than her aunt just not liking white guys.

Shit.

“Five minutes,” her aunt said before snatching the flowers out of my hand and taking off down the hall.

“What are you doing here?” Mya hissed as she slipped out onto the porch, closing the door behind her.

“I wanted to see you.”

“You could have called or texted.”

“I wanted to see you, Mya. After last night—”

“You can remember everything?”

“About that. I didn’t say or do anything inappropriate did I?”

“You were pretty out of it.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“What?” I asked, sensing she was keeping something from me. But if she was about to tell me, it never came. Instead, she let out a weary sigh.

“You really shouldn’t have come here.”

“I just wanted to say thank you. The guys told me what you did.” I reached out, plucking a spiral between my fingers. “I would have preferred you hadn’t seen me like that but I’m glad it was you taking care of me.”