Ashlyn made a small face but took his hand anyway. “Don’t expect a kiss after your cigarette.” She teases him as she made her way with him out the back door and away from the smell of smoke. She didn’t like the smell of the smoke and had told him in no uncertain terms it wasn’t allowed in their house. She looks at his face. “Maybe she suspects this might be a farce. I would in her shoes. It’s the most common thought anyway. Besides me being your best friend since beginner school, you haven’t once made a romantic move on me.” And that had hurt the worse during these years.