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

“Are you saying that you’ve never tried to find out what happened to Macy back then?” I asked. My heart ached for Macy. If Jared really cared about her, why didn’t he even try?

The obvious answer was that he didn’t care. Otherwise, Jared wouldn’t have given up just like that. Not only had he never tried to look for Macy, he never even asked after her.

It made me even more fearful of handing Summer over to Jared.

He remained silent, biting his lip.

I’d calmed down. Looking at Jared’s troubled face, I vowed, “No matter what the Crests have planned for Summer, I will never give her up to you.”

I then stalked the rest of the way back to the table.

Ashton had been engaged in casual chit-chat with Joe. When he said me, he reached out in concern and asked, “What took you so long?”

“It’s nothing. Have you finished eating already?” We’d all gathered here today under the pretext of having dinner, but nobody had taken more than a few bites.

Ashton continued looking at me. “You’re not hungry?”

I shook my head vigorously. “Nope.”

Upon hearing this, Ashton pushed back his chair and stood up. Politely, he said to Joe, “It’s getting late. We’ll get going then.”

Obvious displeasure was written all over Joe’s face. He demanded, “Didn’t we agree to this get-together? Are you leaving before we’ve even gotten to say anything?”

was smoking near the door. We passed each

into the car. “Ashton, do you think it’s right for me to

In a mellow voice,

“I just feel that whatever I do for her won’t be

her at the villa. But what would

else was right. Summer would leave someday, eventually. But

me. “How about this? Let Summer and the Crests get to acknowledge each other, but she continues to stay with

would mean a bigger family and more love

for a while before replying uncertainly,

my hesitation for agreement. “Of course!”

at the villa when we got back. When she saw Ashton and me enter, she came running and flew into his arms. At her age, she was already

Summer

laughter, Ashton asked, “What is

fished out a sweet from her pocket, hiding it in the palm of her hand. It was all very obvious to us, but she was

“Give

sweet encased in a shiny

spite of myself. Children often derived joy from the most

over to the sofa. Patiently, he asked, “Why did

about this for a while, then proclaimed, “This isn’t any old sweet! My friend Dottie from school said that her uncle gave it to her aunt when they got married. It’s a lucky sweet! If you eat it, you can marry

at her last sentence and halted immediately, turning

made