~Ashley’s POV~

“What did they say?” Glen bounced on his toes, his boots squeaking on the linoleum floor of the kitchen since he had a light gloss of water from the hose down to get all the mud off from his earlier chores.

“They are going to miss their flight…on purpose. Their hoping to leave on Tuesday around six,”

“Why did they miss their flight?” He stretched letting his button down shirt rise slightly but not enough to show any skin.

“They said she ran,”

Glen scoffed, “Why would she run? Not like we’re hurting her or anything,”

This time I scoffed making him stare at me as if I’d grown a second head, “We’re taking her from her home,”

“This is her home,” I raised my eye brow at him knowing that even he knew how that sounded, “Well it will be her home.”

“I don’t know if I even want her here,” sitting in a chair at the island in the kitchen. Setting my chin in my hand and staring at Glen, “Does that make me a bad person?”

Glen ran a hand through his hair with a deep inward sigh before going to the refrigerator, “No…No Ash I think that makes you normal. You didn’t take to well to me at first either.”

“In my defense you were a little asshole,” he chuckled shutting the door and popping open an ice cold bottle of coke. Saluting me he took a long sip letting the liquid flow down his throat.

Wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt he set the bottle on the counter, “You weren’t exactly a little angel yourself Ash,” Gasping I put my hand to my heart in mock shock, “Please don’t act like that. How many times did you short sheet me?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the memory of his shouts when he found out about his sheets, “How many times did you push me in the mud?”

“Touché,” he laughed back letting the room fill with light hearted conversations and warmth of love. Taking another sip than wiping away the excess liquid on his lips with his tongue, “How many times did you put paint or whatever in our shampoo to change my hair color?”