Sixty Five

Asher

“Asher over here!”

Maeve snickered beside me as I glanced over to Cian, who was waving me in like I was a damn airplane he was trying to land.

“I know I’m a cat person, but a golden retriever has never looked more appealing.”

I slapped her arm. “Maeve, stop. Cian is not a golden retriever.”

“True, he’s built more like a Tibetan mastiff, but I mean . . . all that good boy, puppy energy. He’s just so damn eager to please.” She snickered. “I’ve heard of being dick drunk, but girl, you have that guy so pussy possessed . . .”

My cheeks burned as...