"That?" Nora Smith puckered slightly, puzzled.
It's not a candlelight dinner, but what is it?
Is it, Asher Hawn, that he wants to...
In Nora Smith's mind, there was a vague guess.
However, she hasn't figured it out yet.
"Nora Smith, try this, your favorite." Asher Hawn's magnetic voice pulled back Nora Smith's thoughts.
"Thank you."...