More Than A Favor

More Than A Favor

Chapter 33

I let out a sigh. “No, just in my dream.”

“Listen Elaine, you’ve got great taste. You’ll kick yourself if you let Ashton slip away. Shoot, if I was 50 years younger, I’d be after him myself,” Chloe joked.

I cracked up. Chloe was such a riot.

“I’m not kidding! Better move fast before that widow snatches him up,” she

warned.

Since it was just me and Chloe at the table, I had to ask, “Mrs. Sutton, where’d Ashton go?”

“Out having drinks with a buddy.”

I sipped some chicken soup, savoring it. “Isn’t drinking bad if he’s driving?”

“Oh, he just helps out with the taxi sometimes. It’s not his regular thing,” Chloe explained. Then she gave me a look. “So are you really thinking about marriage?”

“No, that was just the dream,” I clarified. Chloe rolled her eyes at me again.

I didn’t see Ashton for the rest of the evening. But just as I was drifting off, I

heard him come in.

Chloe’s voice followed: “Make sure everything’s locked up. We’ve got a young lady staying with us now.”

“All locked. Get some sleep.” Ashton’s voice was deep and clear – especially nice to hear at night.

I smiled, then heard Chloe add, “Ashton, better hurry up. Elaine’s already dreaming about marrying you.”

I bolted upright in bed. I never said that!

Chloe was such a gossip, spreading stuff around like that.

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was still

I was speechless.

was awakened by no ises outside. It wasn’t Ashton’s voice but a woman’s, speaking

accent.

young lady. Young women’s voices were usually soft and clear. A woman’s voice, on the other hand, tended

people by their voices. Yet somehow, I had failed to realize that

that point. I still found myself thinking about Logan–though not out of

bed, listening intently

Ashton?”

her voice accompanied by the sound of

yet.” The woman’s voice

whether Ashton’s up or not? He’s not interested in you, so stop wasting

fazed. Instead,

the covers. This woman

is that he tossed you

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mercilessly.

know?” Synthia

need dignity,” Chloe said sharply, earning my silent applause

we’re neighbors. I’ve taken care of you quite a bit. You don’t. have to help

helped me, but only because you

covers. Chloe’s

pretty lady. Is that true?” Synthia shifted the topic to

said, praising me to the skies.

that so? I’d like to meet her.

up in bed. It seemed she was here for me, probably

stood up. I was wearing a white silk nightgown, its thin straps looking as if they could snap at any

hair was tousled and voluminous from sleep,

opened the door, yawned, and stepped outside. “Mrs. Sutton, your place has

I

Synthia turned to look at me. Her eyes filled first with