"Please, Miss Miller, I don't have the energy for you tonight," Asher said to her looking disinterested.
"Where else did you spend your energy today?" Abigail asked, spreading her hands out with a taunting smile. Then without waiting for his response, she said, "Ah! Let me guess, you probably went to ship off some hard substance, right?"
Asher scoffed as he picked up a glass of water and brought the rims to his lips, totally ignoring her. And seeing him try so hard to avoid having a conversation with her, Abigail took it upon herself to rile him up.
"Am I wrong?" she asked, giving him a scrutinizing glance. "You really look like a criminal to me."
"There must be something wrong with your eyes, Miss Miller." Asher turned to meet her gaze with an edge to his tone. "And why should I be surprised about that? This is the second time you are calling me that."
