Chapter 109 The Golden Boy

• The bathroom door eased open, releasing a ribbon of steam and the scent of hotel cedar soap. Asher stepped out, droplets sliding down sculpted shoulders, working the towel through his still-dripping hair while his gaze settled on Amelia's troubled face.
• "Assemble the medication from my room", he said, voice calm, almost absent. "Passcode's 0825."
• Amelia startled upright and nodded so quickly her ponytail bounced. "Yes, Mr. Fullerton. Right away."