Chapter 33

His face remained carved in stone while his eyes burned with dark fury. He glared at her for a slow count of five and she became a little concerned that he would actually touch her, that he would manacle her arm with that big hand of his and drag her bodily from the premises. Sparks chased themselves beneath her skin at the very idea. But he had iron control obviously, because in the end, he only turned sharply on his heel and went where she'd told him to go. ------------------------ Asher watched her. It was all he was allowed to do, all she had permitted him to do. Watch. As she danced with another cowboy. And another after that. Frustration built. He wanted to grab her and throw her over his shoulder and carry her out of there bodily. But he could never do any such thing. She was his boss daughter and he was there to protect her. And that meant, when it came right down to his will versus hers, she held all the cards. No matter that a storm was brewing. No matter that all thos