When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

The sun’s warmth graced me, but I blocked out its light, though I squinted at it. “It’s a good day.”

“It is,” John answered. We came to a crossroads, but John made a right turn. It was in the opposite direction of our home.

“I thought we’re going home.” I started to panic. All I wanted to do then was to find out what happened in the basement.

“No, no, no.” John didn’t even look at me. “It’s a good day, and the good news won’t stop coming. Next stop, here we come.” He blabbed about his plan, but I didn’t get a word of it.

I frowned, but there was nothing I could do. All I could do was go with the flow.

Trips were fun, but not when I was in a hurry. What a waste of time. I called Ashton.

It beeped, but then the call was hung up. Maybe it wasn’t a good time. I stared at the call record for a few moments before texting him: Call me when you’re done. It’s urgent.

to my worry. Then John came to the airport.

absence when he was about to enter the airport. Then he shrugged. “What are you doing? The plane’s landing soon.” He gave me a

crossed my arms, annoyed and refusing to cooperate. “You’re getting in the way of a crucial matter, John. This person better be important, or you’re going

chuckled and came back to push me into the airport. “I’ve always

on my phone,

patted my shoulder. “I’m back,

fishtail skirt sticking to all her sexy curves tightly. The woman was

her sunglasses. “Oh, Emery! It really is you! Oh

mere month or so. Her back was fair and

had her usual triumphant grin again. “I couldn’t stand it, so I spent tons of money

paused to look around before lowering her voice to a whisper. “And that’s the only part that’s healed. I got my scars under cover. Pun not intended. Right, let’s leave this until we get home. Chop chop, don’t