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so asher is hidding something,thats why she called sara at such a time so that he can plan what he want to project to sara.poor sara whatever she saw, and heard from asher it broke her heart.waiting for the next update.neerjaa update soon.
A wall of tears blocked Sara's vision. She couldn't see where she was going or even if she was driving on the road. It had ceased to matter. When the station wagon began to skid on the slippery road, she stopped trying to control it and let it go wherever it wanted. It spun and bumped coming to abrupt halt. The suddenness of it catapulted her forward against the steering wheel.
It didn't occur to her that she had an accident. She simply took advantage of the steering wheel's support, folding her arms to rest her forehead against them and cry. There was an ocean of pain dammed up behind her eyes. Tears seemed the only way to relieve the unbearable pressure.
"Are you planning to get drunk, Asher?" Helen questioned from her inclining position on the sofa. "Or is that whiskey decanter you're holding just a security blanket?"
Asher glanced at the crystal decanter with its glass stopper in place and his empty glass that hadn't been refilled. "I'm considering it."
But it didn't seem worth the effort. The stupor would eventually wear off and he would be back to square one. A knock at the door tipped his head back as he lifted a hand to cover his eyes.
"Answer that," he told Helen. "Send whoever it is away. I don't want to see anyone."
With a soft rustle of material, Helen swung her legs off the sofa to rise and walk to the door in her satin mules. She opened the door."I'm sorry, but Mr. Canfield can't see anyone just now." She murmured coyly.
"He'll see me." Perry Hall pushed his way into the suite.
"Oh, dear, Asher, It's her brother." Helen declared in mock dismay.
Asher let his hand drop to armrest. He could do without a confrontation with Sara's brother, but had been expecting it. "What do you want, Perry?" he sighed.
"I want to know where is Sara's gone," he stopped in front of Asher's chair, square jawed and stern.
"How should I know?" his gaze narrowed faintly. "She isn't here."
"But she was here. And I'm betting that she----"Perry gestured towards Helen"-----is the reason Sara ran out of here crying."
"That's the question you'll have to put to Sara." Asher unstopped the decanter and filled his glass.
"When I find her," Perry replied, "She drove off in my station wagon."
"Then she probably went home," Asher shrugged.
"She didn't. I've called and called, but there wasn't any answer. Finally I got hold of our neighbors. They went over the house but she wasn't there."
The announcement rolled Asher to his feet." Are you saying that she's missing?" The demand came out as a smooth question.
"Yes, I don't know what happened here or what was said, but I do know the kind of state Sara was in when she ran out of the lobby." Perry retorted. "And she wasn't in any condition to be driving. Since you are responsible, you owe me the loan of your car so I can go and look for her."
"I'll get the keys." Asher walked into the bedroom and came out wearing his parka. "I'm coming with you."
"I don't need you along." Her brother rejected his offer.
"I'm not asking your permission." Asher moved towards the door, "Since, as you say, I'm responsible for your sister's overwrought condition. I'm going along to make certain she's all right."
"You should have thought about that before," Perry accused.
"I'm aware of my past mistakes," Asher countered."What happened today will ultimately turn out for Sara's own good. You and I both know that, Perry."
"I warned her that you would hurt her, but she wouldn't listen." Perry sighed.
"I didn't hurt her as much as I could have."
Sara felt DRAINED and empty, without the strength to even lift her head. Her throat was dry and aching, scraped raw by the last sobs. Her eyes burned with aridness. There was not any relief when she closed them. She hurt; she hadn't realized it was possible to hurt so badly that being alive was agony.
There was a noise, then an influx of fresh, cold air, but she didn't welcome its reviving attempt. Something gripped her shoulders. A voice called her name. It sounded so much like Asher's that Sara was convinced she was dreaming. She moaned in protest when she was gently pulled away from the support of the steering wheel and forced to rest against the back of the seat.
"Are you hurt, Sara?" it still sounded like Asher, "Can you hear me?"
"Yes,' she rasped thinly, but didn't bother to open her eyes. None of this was real, anyway.
The familiar and caressing gentleness of Asher's hands was exploring her face, smoothing the hair away from her forehead. The sensation was sweet torment.
"I can't find any sign f a cut or a bruise," it was Asher's voice again, low and concerned.
"Sara, do you remember what happened?"
The second voice made her frown. It belonged to her brother. "Perry?" Mustering her strength, she opened her eyes.
Again there was sensation of being in a dream. Asher was half-sitting on the driver's seat and facing her. A deep furrow ran across his forehead, pulling his eyebrows together. She still felt weepy again, but there weren't any tears left. Something made her glance sideways. There was Perry bending low and trying to crowd into the car.
"I'm here, Sara,' her brother assured her."Do you remember what happened? How long have you been here?"
"I don't-----know." The last question she could answer, but the first meant pain. Sara looked back at Asher. None of it was dream. She knew exactly where she was and why. She pushed his hand away from her face. "Why are you here? You should be back in your suite being entertained by your friend," she accused in a breaking voice. "Go away and leave me alone!"
But he ignored her. "Di you hit your head when car spun into snowdrift?" his hand went back to her head, feeling bumps on her scalp.
"No, no, I wasn't hurt at all." She insisted huskily, and pushed his hand away again. "I lost control of the car"on a patch of ice, I guess. Is that what stopped me----snow bank?"
"You're lucky it wasn't telephone pole," Asher muttered and reached for her arm. "Come on, let's get you out of the car."
"No!" Sara eluded his hand and turned to her brother. "I want to go home, Perry." She said tightly, edging along the seat to the passenger side.
She had a glimpse of her reflection in the rear view mirror. Her face was pale and colorless, her eyes swollen and red from the tears, and her cheeks stained with their flow. She looked like a washed-out mop. It wasn't fair that Asher had seen her this way.
She hadn't wanted to give him this satisfaction of knowing how his callousness had crushed her. That was why she had run. She stared at her hands, twisting while in her lap as Asher stepped away from the driver's side to let her brother slide behind the wheel.
After he had started the motor, he shifted the car into reverse. The tire spun, then found some traction and they were bouncing backward out of the hard-packed snow. Asher stood by the roadside, his hands in his pockets, watching them. For a moment he was outlined there, alone, his gaze lingering on her. Then the station wagon was moving forward.
"Why did you have to bring him along with you ?" Sara choked painfully on the question, her eyes misting with tears again.
"It was his car. He insisted." His gaze left the road , swinging to her." Are you okay?"
"No, I don't think so." She stared sightlessly out of the window at the bleak landscape of snow and barren trees. "All those lines always sounded so melodramatic before"but , Perry, I wish I could die."
When they reached home, Sara went directly to her room. Without changing clothes or turning on a light, she lay down on her bed, huddling in a tight ball atop the covers. It was nearly nine thirty when Perry knocked on her door and entered the room carrying a tray with a bowl of hot soup and crackers.
"Go away, please." She requested in a flat voice.
Setting the tray on the bedside table, he switched on the lamp. "You have to eat, Sara."
"No," she rolled away into the shadows on the opposite side of the bed.
"Just a little, Sara," he insisted in that patient voice of his. She rolled back and he smiled gently, "Sit up." He fixed the pillows to prop her up and set the tray at her lap. For his sake, she ate a few spoonfuls, but it had no taste for her. When she handed it back to him, Perry didn't attempt to coax her into eating more.
It was nearly midnight before she roused herself sufficiently out of her stupor to change into her nightdress and crawl beneath the covers. She didn't sleep, at least not the kind of sleep she normally knew.
With dull eyes, she watched the dawn creep into her bedroom through the east window. She heard the church bells ring their call to early service, but didn't leave her bed to respond to them. Perry came in with orange juice, coffee and toast. She sampled a little of each of them-----for him.
All morning she stayed in her room. When Perry came to tell her he was going to the inn for an hour or so, Sara merely nodded. She heard him come home in the middle of the afternoon, but she didn't leave her bedroom.
At the supper hour, Perry came in. "The food is on the table."
"I'm not hungry," she sat in the center of her bed, hugging her pillow.
"Sara, you can't stay in the room forever," he pointed out. "It was rough, it hurts like hell, I know. But it's over. You've got to pick up the pieces and start again." She stared at him, hearing this truth that was so difficult to put into practice. "Come on." He offered his hand."The longer you stay here, the harder it will be to leave."
Hesitantly, she placed her hand in his and let him help her off the bed. Together they went downstairs to the kitchen. She sat down at the table with its platter of Yankee pot roast, potatoes, onions and carrots. The irony of it stabbed as she remembered Asher had said she was pit roast while he was Chateaubriand.
"Has------has Asher left?" she faltered on the question.
The carving knife was poised above the meat as Perry shot a quick glance at her."Yes."
A violent shudder quaked through her, but she made no sound.
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There were questions, kindly meant, from her fellow workers, but she turned them aside. She knew they were making their own guesses about what might have transpired, but she didn't offer them any information that would fuel more gossip.
All around her was festive decorations of Christmas, cheerful voices calling holiday greetings, and the merry songs of the season drifting through the halls. This time, no spirit of glad tidings lightened her heart.
Chris came over several times while he was home for the holidays. Sara suspected the frequency of his visits was at her brother's instigation. But mostly he talked to Perry while she made certain there was plenty of cocoa, coffee or beer for two of them to drink. She appreciated that Perry was trying to keep the time from stretching so emptily. In a way his methods of worked.
The coming of the New Year brought changes. Sara's appetite was almost non-existent. She ate meals because they were necessary, but she lost weight. She rarely slept the whole night through. In consequences, there was a haunting look to her blue eyes, mysterious and sad. She rarely smiled and laughed even less frequently. Her chestnut hair was worn pulled away from her face, secured in a neat coil. The style was very flattering and sophisticated, adding to her touch- me- not air.
Unless she was escorted by Perry, Sara didn't attend any social function. Even long time friends saw little of her. Except to shop or go to the inn to work, she rarely left the form house.
New Hampshire natives clucked their tongues when she walked down the streets, prophesying that she would surely become an old maid. With Perry seeing more and more of the young school teacher, they wondered among themselves what she would do if her brother got married.
But Sara could not look ahead any further the next day. It was the way she had got through January, February and March. It had not been easy. She wondered if it ever would. But the worst was over---over---over.
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The door to her office opened and Perry entered."Hi."
Affection warmed her eyes, although the curve to her lips was barely discernible. "Hi, yourself. Your timing is excellent." She carefully stepped down from the chair. "I need your long arm to dust the back of the cabinet."
"What is this? Spring-cleaning time?" Good-naturedly, he took the duster she handed him and stepped onto the chair, easily reaching the rear of the metal top.
"It's right time of the year," Sara pointed out. The calendar on the wall was opened to April. "Besides, I didn't have anything else to do this afternoon."
"Mud season is always the slow time of year," he joked. "Want me to dust the top of other cabinet?"
"As long as you're here, be my guest." Taking a square duster, she started towards the metal storage cabinet, where the extra stationary and forms were kept. The shelves looked as if someone had been finger painting in the dust.
"Asher is coming," Said Perry.
She had lived in dread of those words. They hit her, spinning her around towards Perry. Accidentally she knocked the wooden cylinder filled with pens and pencils off her desk, scattering them on the floor.
"Damn!" She choked out the word and bent hurriedly to pick them up, grateful for reason to hide the tears that sprang into her eyes.
She had forced her tears all inside by the time she had gathered all the pencils. Her hands were shaking when she returned the cylinder to the desk. Perry was feigning interest in sharpness of her letter opener, giving her chance to recover.
"When----?" she had to swallow the lump in her throat and try again. "When is he coming?"
"This weekend. On Friday," he tacked on to be more specific.
"Oh." The duster was twisted into a tight ball in her hands.
"Are you going to run and hide?" His question was really a challenge.
It made her feel like a first-class coward, because it was exactly what she wanted to do. "No." But it was very small sound.
"Good girl," her brother praised. She lifted her head , letting him see the tortured anguish in her eyes. "Come on," he cajoled, "Let's see some of that stuff New England backbone."
"Sure." She took a deep breath and turned away.
He clamped a hand on her shoulder in a firm display of affection. "There isn't much happened around here today. We'll leave early this afternoon, around four, okay?"
"Do you've a date tonight with Joyce?" she asked, trying to follow his change of subject.
"No, not tonight. See you later." He moved towards the door.
Sara walked back to her desk and sat down. Asher was coming. It twisted her inside until she wanted to cry out, but she didn't. She had been bracing herself for this moment. Now it had come---- her first true test. After nearly four months, surely she would survive it.
Friday, Friday, Friday. Each beat of her pulse seemed to hammer out the word. When she arrived at the inn that morning she was nervous wreck, despite her well-disciplined outward show of calm.
It took her twice as long as usual to get the payroll checks ready for Perry's signature. Especially the last few, because that was when Perry stuck his head in the door to tell her Asher had just driven up. After that, she mentally jumped every sound, expecting him to walk in.
She skipped lunch to finish payroll, finally getting it done at two o' clock. Gathering them into a folder, she walked down the hall to Perry's office. The door was standing open, but he was not there.
Probably with Asher, Sara surmised and walked in to leave the folder on his desk. Out of habit, she paused to straighten the leather desk set that had belonged to their father.
"Excuse me, miss." Asher's voice ran through her like a lightning bolt. "Could you tell me where I could find Mr. Hall?'
It gradually dawned at her that the question was being addressed to her. She turned slowly to see him framed by doorway. Tall, dressed in a grey suit, he was every bit as compelling as she remembered him, If not more so. She watched the disbelief of recognition flash across his expression.
"Sara," he murmured her name and took a step into the office. "You've changed. I didn't recognize you."
His eyes seemed to examine every detail from her willowy figure to new, sophisticated way she wore her hair. His inspection left the sensation that he had physically touched her. Inside , she was a quacking mass of nerves.
"Yes, I've changed." She admitted, but not where he was concerned. The love she felt was just as strong, if not tempered by the separation. She turned away, pretending to straighten some papers to keep from giving in to impulse to throw herself into his arms, "I'm afraid I don't know where my brother is. Perhaps you should check at the desk."
"How are you?" Asher inquired, his voice coming from only a few feet behind.
"I'm fine," That was a lie. She was dying inside. But she turned to face him and lend strength to her assertion.
At close quarters she could see the changes times had made on him. Still vital, still vigorously masculine, he looked leaner in the face. The hollows of his cheeks were almost gaunt. More lines were carved around his eyes. And he seemed harder.
"From all the reports I received, the inn did exceptionally good winter business," he remarked.
"Yes, it seems quite empty now, but spring is generally slow." Why was she letting this conversation continue? Why didn't she leave? Sara was angry with herself for not possessing willpower to walk out of the door. With a defiant tilt of her chin, she flashed him a cold look."But I'm sure that won't bother you, since you bring your entertainment with you." Then was angry for referring even indirectly to his female companions. "Excuse me, I have work to do."
She brushed past him, hurrying from the room before she made a complete fool of herself. She met Perry in the hall.
"Asher's looking for you. He's in your office." Her voice was brittle with force of her control.
Concern flashed quickly. "Are you all right?"
Her answer was a affirmative nod. He touched her arm as he walked by her to his office. Sara quickly slipped into her own office and leaned against the door, shaking in reaction. It was several minutes before her legs felt strong enough to carry her to the desk.
At five o' clock Perry came to take her home. As they drove away from the inn, he said. "You don't have to worry about getting dinner tonight."
"I suppose you are eating out tonight." With Asher, she added silently.
"You are half right." He replied cheerfully, and she realized he had been in a good mood when he picked her up. "We are eating out tonight."
"Perry, I----" Sara started to refuse.
"Its in the way of a celebration," he inserted, and glanced at her. When he saw the look in her eyes, he smiled. "Asher isn't going to be there. At least, he is not invited." Her brother actually laughed. "Just you, me and Joyce. She is meeting us at the inn."
Celebrations, Joyce, the school teacher. "Are-----?" there was a quick rush of gladness at the implication. Sara turned in her seat, her eyes wide and shining. "Perry, are you and Joyce getting married? Are we celebrating your engagement?"
"That isn't exactly what we're celebrating, ar least not yet," he hedged, "I haven't even asked her yet. Do you like her, Sara?"
"Yes, and I rather fancy the idea of having her for a sister-in-law," she admitted. "But let's get back to dinner. What are we celebrating tonight if it isn't your engagement?"
"That's surprise I'm saving for the dinner." Perry declared with a secretive complacency. "And you haven't got all night to dress. I promised Joyce we'd meet her a little after six, so you have to hustle."
One other change her weight loss made besides slenderizing her appearance was that her closet was filled with a whole new wardrobe. It wasn't nearly as difficult to chose what to wear since Sara liked them all. In view of Perry's insistence that tonight's dinner was a celebration, she picked an aquamarine dress of whipped silk.
Joyce was waiting for them when they returned to the inn. A petite and pert woman, she was outgoing and intelligent. Sara thought she was a perfect choice for her brother, who tended to be too serious at times.
"What's this all about, Perry?" Joyce questioned immediately. "You were so mysterious about it on the phone this afternoon."
"Just wait," he insisted, taking her arm and guiding her to the restaurant entrance.
"Has he told you, Sara?" She looked around Perry's bulk at Sara.
"He hasn't given me as much as a hint." She replied.
"You will both find out soon," he promised. After they were seated at a table, he waved aside the dinner menus. "We'll order later. Bring us a bottle of champagne."
"Champagne?" Sara frowned. "You really meant it when you said this was going to be celebration! How much longer are you going to keep us in suspense?"
"Wait for the champagne." Her brother was enjoying the secrecy.
The champagne arrived. Because the waiter was serving his boss, there was a little extra pomp and ceremony attached to popping the cork and pouring a sample for his approval. Finally the three glasses were filled with sparkling wine.
"All right, the champagne is here. Now out with it." Joyce demanded.
Perry lifted his glass and started to speak, but his gaze focused on a point to the left of Sara, then ran swiftly to her. It was only warning she received before Asher spoke.
"I find myself dining alone this evening. Do you mind if I join you?" he asked.
They were seated at a table for four, and the chair that was vacant was next to Sara. She wanted to cry out to Perry to refuse permission, but her voice failed her. Or perhaps she knew Perry wouldn't listen to her, anyway.
"Of course, Asher, sit down." Her brother invited with subdued enthusiasm and motioned to the waiter to bring another place setting.
Sara sat silently through Perry's introduction of Joyce to Asher, aware of the dark- suited shoulder and arm next to her. But she wouldn't look at him. She couldn't look at him.
It didn't seem to matter. Her senses were filled with his presence---the vigorously male smell of his cologne, the warm, rich sound of his voice and the sensation that she only had to reach out to touch him.
Another glass of champagne was poured for Asher. "Have you told them the news?" he asked Perry.
"Not yet." He admitted.
"You know what it is?" Sara sent Asher a surprised look and her gaze was caught by the enigmatical darkness of his.
He held it for an enchanted instant, then his gaze slid to Perry." I know about it ."
"Will one of you tell us?" Joyce suggested with faint exasperation.
Perry hesitated, bouncing a glance at Sara. "Asher is selling the inn."
"That does not come as a surprise." Although it was possibly a cause of celebration even if she didn't feel at at the moment. She fingered the stem of her wine glass, darting a look in Asher's direction. "The inn was really a nuisance to you, anyway. I'm sure you'll be glad to get it off your hands."
"I'll, but not for your reason," Asher replied. But didn't explain what his reason was.
"Is this what we're celebrating?" Joyce was confused.
Perry glanced at her and smiled." He is selling it to me. You're sitting with the future owner of White Boar Inn."
"What? I don't believe it!" Joyce was incredulous and ecstatic at the same time. She was laughing while tears glittered in her eyes. "Perry, that's wonderful."
"I think so." he agreed.
"I'm glad for you." Sara offered. For herself, she knew how much she would miss the previous owner.
But her brother didn't seem to notice her lukewarm congratulations as glasses were raised in a toast. Sara barely sipped at her champagne, not needing its heady effects when Asher was sitting beside her, disrupting her composure and destroying her calm.
"Perry didn't explain the proposal I offered him." Said Asher, glancing at Sara over the rim of his glass. "Actually I gave him two choices."
"Yes, well I made my choice," her brother shrugged. "It's what I really want. There isn't any question in my mind."
"What was the other choice?" Sara glanced from her brother to Asher. She sensed there was something significant here.
"I explained to him this afternoon that I'd decided to sell the inn." Asher began. "If he wanted to buy it. I agreed personally finance it for him or------"he paused, "I offered to give him a full year's pay plus a bonus"more than enough to pay his tuition through law school."
"But-----"She stared at her brother. "I don't understand-----"
"Neither did I, until Asher offered me the choice." He shook his head as if a little amazed by it himself. "But when it was there in front of me, I knew that what I really wanted was this place. All my life I thought I wanted to be a lawyer, but when it came right down to it, I couldn't give up this place."
"I know the feeling," said Asher. "The inn isn't the only thing I'm selling. Quite a few of my other companies are on the market .I'm consolidating the rest of my holdings," he set his wine glass down, watching the bubbles rise to the surface. "As a matter of fact, I'm looking at some four bedroom homes."
Sara's heart stopped beating. She was afraid to breathe or move, terrified that she was reading something into that statement that Asher didn't mean. Her wide blue eyes stared at him. Slowly he lifted his gaze to look at her.
"Would you be interested in helping me pick one out, Sara?" He asked huskily. "I don't want there too be any question about my intentions, so I'm asking you in front of your brother ----will you marry me?"
"Yes." Where was her pride? Quickly Sara retraced it. "No" Then she wavered, "I don't know."
"You need a more private place than this to convince her, Asher." Perry suggested.
"Will you let me convince you?" he studied her.
"Yes." She whispered.
"Excuse us." Asher rose from his chair and waited for her to join him.
She felt like a sleep walker lost in a marvelous dream as Asher escorted her from the restaurant. His hand lightly resting in the small of her back, faintly possessive. She stiffened in mute resistance when she realized he was guiding her to his suite.
It was the scene of too many conflicting and painful memories. Anywhere else and she might have melted right into his arms the minute they were alone. But when he closed the door, she put distance between them.
"Why, Asher? Why , after all this time?" She asked remembering the days of hell she'd been through.
"Because I made the same discovery Perry did. I always thought I had the way of life, I wanted, until I met you. Even then I didn't recognize what was happening. I didn't see the choice that was in front of me. In these last few months I've had my way of life, but I finally realized that it could all go down the drainpipe and I wouldn't care. If I had you."
"But----"Sara turned, searching his face, wanting desperately to believe him."---Here----Helen-----" It was such a painful memory that she could not put into words.
"I know how much I have hurt you ." A muscle flexed in his jaw as he clenched it. "I wanted you from the moment I met you. I fooled myself into believing we could have an affair"a long affair---even later I thought our marriage could survive my life style." He said. "Then that night when I made a jealous idiot of myself over that neighbor of yours, and you pointed out the uncertainties and torments you felt when I was away. I knew that constant separations would ultimately kill what we had . I was being ripped apart by them already. I can only imagine what you were going through."
"Why didn't you explain that?" she questioned, aware he was moving towards her.
"Because, my lovely Yankee, we might have convinced each other we could make it work. So when you called asking to see me, I knew you were coming with the intention of making up. I put you off and called Helen in Boston. I wanted you so much , I couldn't trust myself alone with you----I couldn't trust myself t resist your possible arguments. So I staged that scene with Helen, arranged her to walk in within minutes after you arrived."
"How could you?" It was tautly whispered accusation, ripe with remembered pain.
"It was cruelly vicious, I admit it." His eyes glittered with profound regret. "But I never for one minute thought that one of the first thing you would say was that you loved me. The hardest thing I've ever done was reject you and your love. I thought it might be easier for you if I made you hate me."
"You nearly succeeded!"
"Nearly?" He cupped her chin in his hand and raised it to study her face, "You mean you don't hate me."
"No Asher, I love you. I've never stopped loving you,' Sara admitted.
"Why did you wait so long?" Sara sighed.
"Because nobody was there to offer me clear cut choice---you or the Canfield legacy. I was too much of a fool to realize it was that simple. But you can believe this,' He framed her face in his hands, gazing at it as if it was the loveliest work of art in the world. I love you, Sara. And I don't care if I never have another glass of champagne, sleep in another hotel suite or eat Chateaubriand for the rest of my life."
"I never thought I'd be this happy again," she confessed, beaming with joy filling her heart.
"Everything I said tonight"about selling and consolidating, you realize that it can't happen overnight," Asher cautioned. "It will take at least a year. In the meantime I'll still have to travel a lot. After that It will only be a few times a year. Then you can come with me."
"Whatever you say" Sara murmured.
"How much time will your brother need to find a new bookkeeper so I can marry my bride?"
"This is slack season, and I have some influence with the boss. May be week , two at the most."
"Where would you like to spend your honeymoon? The Caribbean? The Virgin Islands, May be?' he taunted affectionately. "What about Europe? Or may be right here in this suite where it all started?"
"Here" Sara was laughing softly and Asher was looking at her with love.
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The End ..Hope you enjoyed reading
Originally posted by: .Enchantress.
Finally, we have a sweet happy ending! 😊 Asher sold off the inn to Perry and Perry-Joyce are happy together. Asher-Sara too are going to be married, Chalo Asher made a wise decision to not let her go. ❤️ Thank You for writing this Neerja.
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