Chapter Twelve

Marco pulled up in front of a mansion which resembled something from a magazine of celebrity homes. He whistled and thought ‘If only she were a man…pity.’ Spencer brought him out of his thoughts by snapping her fingers in front of his face and opened the door of his green Ford Focus.

“So I will see you in half-an-hour ok? And you better go or you and I will be having words later you hear me?” Marco said sternly to Spencer as she got out of the car.

“Yeah yeah…We’ll be there ok? Now shoo.” Marco smiled and shook his head while he pulled out of Ashley’s driveway.

*DING DONG* Spencer could hear someone tripping inside and started to laugh when she saw the door open with Ashley looking a bit in pain.

“Problems?”

“You could say that. I just haven’t had time to really unpack all this stuff yet. I didn’t realize how much junk I had accumulated in Europe. Come on in…but watch your step.”

Spencer walked into the house and saw boxes piled up everywhere. On a few walls she could see different guitars hanging with pictures of Ashley standing with who she assumed was the person who had signed the guitar. She followed Ashley to the large kitchen which looked like it was brand new.

“Marco would die if he saw this.” She said while running her hand along the marble countertops.

“Well he’s welcome to visit anytime. And as for you,” Ashley took Spencer in her arms. “I expect you to be here all the time.”

“Is that a suggestion or an order?”

“Both. You know this house is so empty…and I love Marco to death…but it would be nice to have you all to myself sometimes.” Ashley kissed Spencer and the two stood there kissing over and over.

Spencer felt a vibration coming through Ashley’s jean pocket against her leg and shivered. “What was that?”

“My phone…” Ashley took the phone out and shook her head. “Look.”

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“I think we should get going.” Spencer nodded and they headed for the door.

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“So do you have any advice for me before we meet the Carlin clan?” Ashley looked over at Spencer who was holding onto her hand and gazing out the window as they drove.