7
"I hope that wasn't too painful," Ash said as we drove through the elegantly curved Serendipity Bend streets. "I know my family can be overbearing sometimes. Especially my mother."
"There are a lot of them." I wasn't touching the comment about his mother. Her parting words were still ringing in my ears—do not hurt my son. "Everyone was very nice."
Ash tapped his knee and stared out the window. A large expanse of black leather seat separated us. Too large. After making love to him the other night, it seemed wrong not to have some intimacy. Silence opened up like a sink hole, threatening to pull us into it.
Rescue came in the form of the driver's voice crackling through the speaker. "Sir, one of the photographers is following us. What do you want me to do?"
Ash looked out the rear win
