"We were just waiting for you to return." Asher sighed dreamily. "She's no fun," he then added, only for me to squint in his direction with the knife in my hand.

"Oh, shut up, you're even wearing her shorts," she winked and then leaned against the dinner table with her arms crossed. "I think you guys had a lot of fun."

"Aunt," I whined softly. While I stood nervous and flushed, Asher continued to look extremely delighted at the leg-pulling. Was he always like that? Enjoying a show by the ...