Chapter 37

• Journee watched Asher walk out. She wanted him to stay. Everything seemed better when he was close. It wasn’t better, it just felt that way. She turned and glanced at the women, not sure of their names.
• “Journee,” the tall one with the short brown hair smiled at her. “I’m Pasha.” She motioned to the tables, “pick a table. The more of us doing this means, the faster we get it done.”
• Journee looked to see there were boxes sitting on the tables. “I’m not sure of what we’re doing.”