A Bodyguard For The Princess (A Bad Boy Romance) (46 page)

“Well, I guess it makes sense,” Gary said.

My mom raised an eyebrow. I was confused, too. How could this ever make sense?

Gary cleared his throat and took my mom’s hand. “I mean, you and I are attracted to each other, so it makes sense that our offspring would be attracted to each other.” He always sounded so logical. Ash took after him in that way.

Ash laughed. “Dad, what the hell?” he asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

There was an awkward silence, and I said, “I’ll leave. I’m sorry this happened. I don’t want to ruin this for you.” I looked at my mother and tears welled in my eyes. I rose, but Ash pulled on my arm. I looked at him, and he looked sad.

“If you leave, I will, too. This is partly my fault, anyway,” he said.

“No,” Mom said, shaking her head,” the only thing we can do is try to enjoy our holiday and deal with these issues later.”

“Really?” I asked. This lifted my spirits a bit. I sat back down, taking Ash’s hand.

“I’m not going to lie. I’m shocked—even upset,” she began. She took a sip of her coffee and continued. “We will need to figure this out, but I would much rather do it with a clear head.”

“I agree,” Gary said.

“For now, do you guys mind…being platonic?” my mom asked.

“Yes. We can do that,” I said, quickly. Ash nodded in agreement.

I looked at Ash, my heart filled with love and attraction. Who knew that taboo could be a tad fun right?

Amy

*** Two Months Later ***

“Ash! Can you fix the sink again? It’s leaking!” I called out.

Ash came bounding up the stairs. Sarah, her boyfriend, Ash and I were renting an apartment together. Ash had finished his apprenticeship and got a job in San Francisco, and I was almost done with school. Our parents had needed some space to adjust to this, and so did we. The fact that we could finally be open about our relationship was amazing, though.

“It’s leaking again?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Sarah replied. “It hasn’t stopped since this morning. I put a towel down, but it’s not helping.”

Ash exhaled and shook his head. Sarah was cutting broccoli and I was slicing some meat. We were making a stir fry, one of Ash’s favorite meals.

“Thanks, hon,” I said. Ash gave me a kiss.

“I have to get my toolbox. It’s in my old car.”

“You know the car Ash and I came up in? It’s really old. Ash was finally able to get it working, though. It’s his favorite,” I told Sarah, who looked impressed.

“He’s great at fixing things, that’s for sure.”

“He’s great at fixing a lot of things,” I replied.

I wasn’t sure that fixing everything with our family would be as easy, but I had hope. Love knows no limits, I knew that. My phone rang.

“Hey,” I greeted softly. My mother was on the other end.

“Hey dear. How’s it going over there? Are you doing well in class? Is Ash having fun?”

“Yeah. We’re doing great,” I said with a blush.

“Good,” she said.

“Listen, do you think that maybe Ash and I could come over for dinner in a couple of weeks? When I have break?” I asked.

My mom paused. “Yes. It’s about time we do that, I think.”

I grinned. “Really, Mom? You mean it?”

She sighed into the phone. “Yes. We have to get together at some point. I really want everything to be okay again,” she explained.

“It’s been okay, and it’ll be even more okay after I see you. I promise,” I said.

“I’m sure it will. I raised you to push the limit,” my mom said with a laugh.

“You know it,” I replied. “Hey, how does Gary feel about everything?”

“He’s entirely too logical about it, as usual. It’s odd. Of all things, this makes total sense to him.”

I looked around the house, feeling as though it was finally a home. Without Ashton in my life, I had been waiting for something. With him, I had finally found it.

“You know, when Dad left, the only thing I wanted was for us both to be happy,” my mom began.

“And I’m glad we both are now. Very glad,” I finished.

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