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candy here. I finally decide on one white and one purple stick, and then head over to the lady at the counter. After she weighs my bag, I take it over to the display case. You cannot leave Rush without fudge, and something covered in chocolate.
    I’m looking over all the fine choices in the display case when Asher walks up beside me, putting his hand on the small of my back. I immediately feel warmth spreading from where his hand is touching me, all the way up to my cheeks. “You just about ready to go?”
    At first I can hardly speak. But when I look back at Asher, he’s smiling, and his bag of treats is practically hiding behind his back. He must be trying to hide the fact that it’s full of root beer barrels. I smile as I say, “I just need my chocolate fix, and then I’ll pay and we can go.”
    The giant man behind the case asks, “What can I get for you?”
    I turn back to face him. He’s wearing a too-small crisp white apron and a chef’s hat. I almost laugh at the sight. “I’d like a half pound of peanut butter chocolate fudge, two chocolate covered pretzels, two chocolate covered strawberries, and four white chocolate covered Oreos.”
    He grabs a box and says, “I’m on it.”
    “You’re gonna share some of that peanut butter chocolate fudge with me, right?” Asher’s breath on my ear startles me. I didn’t realize he’d moved in so close.
    “Hmm. I could share some with you. But maybe—maybe I’ll make you win some. You’ll have to ask for it when we play one of our games this week.”
    “I guess that’s fair. Speaking of our next game—” Asher is cut off by the man behind the counter handing me my box of pure heaven.
    “Can I get you anything else?”
    “That’s all I need. But thank you!”
    Asher guides me over to the register with his hand still resting on my back, where a teenage girl is sitting, looking bored. At least she was, until she started ogling Asher.
    Seriously? She thinks she can just stand there and run her eyes all over him? I mean, he’s touching me, in a boyfriend-ish way. Does she have no class?
    I hand her my bag and box, and she pouts, having to look away from Asher, then gives me the evil eye.
    That’s right! Get back to your job. Wow, what has gotten into me?!
    “That’ll be $15.67.”
    As I start to dig in my purse for my wallet, Asher touches my elbow and says, “I got this.”
    “Asher, I can pay for my own sugar rush. I specifically saved up for this trip.”
    “Nope. You’re not paying for it. You won this trip to Rush, fair and square, and I refuse to let you pay for your own candy. What kind of man would I be if I just let you spend your money, when I have perfectly good money right here, in my wallet?”
    “But—“
    “I insist.” He hands a twenty to the girl, who turns on her megawatt smile for him.
    It seems to take her a minute to get the receipt and money all together. “Here’s your change. I hope you come again.”
    In your dreams . When she hands him the receipt, her hand lingers on his, and I want to punch her in the face. I really need to get out of here, or Asher is going to see exactly how I feel about him.
    Asher pulls his hand away from hers and says, “We’re just passing through.” Then he takes my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine, and opens the door for me to pass through. What is he doing? I kind of want to ask him, but I’m afraid he might change his mind about it if I do, and I’m too happy that he’s holding my hand like this.
    He walks me over to the passenger side of the car and opens the door for me, not letting go of my hand until I’m safely seated inside. I’m almost surprised he doesn’t buckle my seatbelt for me. He closes my door, and I can tell that my cheeks are as red as raspberries.
     
    I’m not sure what to do with this Asher…but I like this Asher very much.
     
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    I can’t believe that girl in there gave me her number and her Twitter handle. I mean, yeah, it