Free Revelation by Randi Cooley Wilson Page A

like he’s in shock that I’m standing in his house with his family.
    “How are you feeling? Asher said you hit your head running from a crazy dog,” Keegan inquires.
    My eyes catch Asher’s. “I’m fine . It’s just a slight bump. No big deal. Asher was the one who got scratched up pretty badly on his chest.” I point toward him.
    All eyes in the room turn to Asher for further explanation.
    “It was a small scratch.” He shrugs. “We’re lucky the dog didn’t bite us. I think it had rabies.”
    “Wow , what an unbelievable ordeal,” Callan says, blowing out a breath.
    “Yes, very unbelievable,” I say , narrowing my eyes at Asher.
    He shifts uncomfortably. “Well, now that introductions have been made, Abby, why don’t you take Eve around and show her the house and grounds?” Asher says, changing the topic of discussion.
    Callan turns to Asher , grinning from ear-to-ear. “Actually, Ash, Abby agreed to help me go shopping for dinner so perhaps you should take our beautiful guest on a tour.  I don't know... maybe start with your bedroom.” He wiggles his eyebrows at Asher, using an innocent tone.
    “Callan.” His name sounds more like a firm and authoritative warning coming from Keegan versus a statement.
    “Eves , we’ll see you in a bit. Ignore Asher’s attitude. He likes to brood. It’s what the ladies seem to like about him,” he teases and walks out with Abby while the four of us stand there awkwardly.
    McKenna attempts politeness, but her tight face makes it hard to believe. “Eve, would you like something to drink or perhaps to sit down?”
    “No, thanks .”
    Asher steps in. “Why don’t I show you around. It will be less, uncomfortable.” He forces a small smile, glaring at McKenna.
    “Okay,” I agree, grateful to leave this room.
    He pauses, looking down at himself. “First though, we should clean up. We look like we’ve been attacked by a pack of dogs,” he jokes.
    “Abby and I have guest rooms here. She left some clothes for you to borrow in her room. There’s also a private bathroom with fresh towels for you to clean up,” McKenna informs me in a hospitable manner. Weird .
    Asher walks over to me , placing his hand on the small of my back in his usual place, leading me out of what I now have dubbed, ‘the tension room.’
     
    ***
     
    As expected, the rest of the house is stunning. There are two wings, each with a hallway off the entryway. In total, the house has seven bedrooms, ten bathrooms, a movie theater, training room, dining room, wine cellar, library and office.
    The grounds are just as impressive. With a large cobblestone patio featuring a built in BBQ area, an in ground pool , and what looks like an outdoor training area, it’s no wonder these guys are so in shape. Between the pool and the indoor/outdoor gyms, I can’t imagine them not being completely ripped.
    At the moment, Asher and I are sitting in the library, drinking hot chocolate. I’m curled up on the couch next to him as I lean my head back and face him. He’s freshly showered and has changed into a clean, non-blood stained white shirt. His boots are plopped up on the coffee table, ankles crossed comfortably.
    The fireplace is lit for warmth. The shadows caused by the flames dance across his facial features , stirring the butterflies in me again as I memorize his profile without shame, falling in love with his constant five o’clock shadowed jawline.
    His deep voice snaps me out of my scandalous thoughts. “Are you warm enough?”
    The side of my mouth tilts, happy gentle Asher is here with me and cocky Asher is not. “Yes, this is probably my favorite room I’ve seen in the entire house. Thanks for having me here and for making hot cocoa with dark chocolate and mini marshmallows.”
    Asher places h is mug on the table. He interlaces his hands behind his head and leans against the back of the couch, mirroring my position.
    He gives me his incredibly beautiful real smile. “You’re welcome.