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.

didn’t reply, much to my worry. Then John came to the airport.

airport. Then he shrugged. “What are you doing? The plane’s landing soon.” He

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

back to push me into the

my phone, shoving it in his face. “It’s almost one. Who are we waiting for,

patted my

my eyes was a woman in sunglasses. She spun around, her fishtail skirt sticking to all her sexy curves tightly. The woman was also wearing stilettos, and she radiated nothing but

of that was comparable to the surprise I felt when she took off her sunglasses. “Oh, Emery! It

that she managed to recover in a mere month or so. Her back was fair and smooth, totally

stand it,

before lowering her voice to a whisper. “And that’s the only part that’s healed. I got my scars under