“Well, good morning, Brother Rogers,” Sarah drawled. She was leaning against the wall that separated the living room from the dining room. Caleb looked up in confusion just as Ashley’s dad came around the corner. His eyes narrowed as Caleb scrambled out of the afghan that was draped over him, nearly knocking Ashley out of his arms.
Ashley awoke with a start as Caleb tried to sit up. The fire had died down, and the floor was cold and hard.
“Oh my gosh,” Caleb stammered. “What time is it?” He tried to look at his watch, but realized it was over on the corner table by the couch, sitting next to his wallet and keys. He quickly got up and knew before he’d even looked that he was late. Not good.
Not only had he fallen asleep with his girlfriend on the floor in her parents’ living room, but he was going to be late for rounds at the hospital.
“I’m supposed to be in Ann Arbor in twenty minutes!” He slipped his watch on his arm, his wallet in his back pocket, grabbed his keys, then looked up to realize that he had bigger problems then being late for work.
Stan Hardman, Bishop Hardman, was looking over at him with daggers.
“Daddy,” Ashley pleaded. “This is not how it looks.” She untangled herself from the afghan, and straitened her clothing. Caleb was thankful she was at least fully dressed.
“Bishop,” Caleb started. “I am not sleeping with your daughter, I swear. I mean, yes, we fell asleep together, but, you know what I mean. We are not having an… inappropriate relationship.” He stopped rambling and looked over at Ashley, pleading with his eyes to say something.
“Daddy,” she got to her feet and walked closer to her father. “You know I wouldn’t do that. You know it.”
Her father merely turned around, walked to the kitchen, grabbed his coat from the rack and slipped on his boots. He slammed the back door as he headed out to the barn.
Sarah was still standing in the door frame, arms crossed, with a sadistic smile on her face.
“Y’er in trouble,” she warned, obviously smug about her perfect little sister messing up, big time.
“Shut up, Sarah.” Ashley grabbed the afghan and pillows from the floor in front of the now cold fireplace. She tossed the pillows onto the couch and folded the blanket.
“Ashley,” Caleb said. “I am so sorry.” He put his arms around her, pulling her to him and looking down into her eyes.
“I know Caleb, I’m sorry too. This is just as much my fault as it is yours.” She reached up and gave him a little peck on the lips. “Get to Ann Arbor before you get into even more trouble.”
Caleb gave her one more hug, then gave Sarah a hard glare as he brushed past her to go put on his coat and shoes. He took the back porch steps two at a time and hurried over to his car. He threw it in reverse, backed into a full turn with a tighter radius than most cars could even handle.
Just as Caleb shifted into drive, Paul stepped out of the barn with narrowed eyes, shaking his head. Caleb floored the accelerator and raced toward Mason Road.