Ashley cussed under her breath. She had forgotten about him and didn't think he would take her promise seriously when she said they'd talk after her return.

“Paul.” She called in greeting. “You shouldn't have waited up for me.”

“You stayed out late.” Paul stated with authority. His tone was stern and angry. “I was waiting for you.”

Ashley raised her eyes and met his. He was beginning to get under her nerves with his constant whines for her attention. Who was he to determine when she went and when she returned?

“I didn't ask you to.” She responded offhandedly as she cracked her neck to ease the dull ache...