Asher Keating, who was fiddling with a lighter, paused. He pressed his lips together without a word.
Chester Hale lit a cigarette and sat down beside him, offering it to Asher Keating. "What's really on your mind?" he asked, perplexed.
"What's there to think about? She's Second Miss Grant now," Asher Keating replied flatly, lighting a cigarette as well.
"Are you still being difficult with her? Don't pretend you don't know why she came back."
Chester Hale grew exasperated looking at him, but Asher Keating remained expressionless.
"Anyway, I've relayed the message. Leah's car just left. If you want to go after her, you can still catch up. You two should talk things out face-to-face."
"If you really don't care about her anymore, then tell her. Don't let her keep foolishly thinking you still have feelings for her. Let her go home, go on her dates, and get married in peace."
Having said his piece, Chester Hale stood up, gave Asher a kick, and walked over to Nash.
