Scarlett placed her purse, shoes, belt and carry-on luggage onto the conveyor belt. The security guard lackadaisically motioned to her. "Step through, please."

Scarlett stepped through the metal detector. Nothing beeped and she was good. She started to grab her things from the basket she had placed them in. As she was replacing her shoes, she was startled by the breathy whisper in her ear. "Too bad they didn't require you to do one of those full-body scans..." Scarlett turned around towards Rhett in time to see him look her up and down appreciatively. She stood a little straighter, knowing that he liked her faded, frayed skinny's and her form-fitting graphic tee. Rhett laughed out loud at the writing on the shirt. The caption at the bottom said, "Game over" and the picture showed Pac-man walking in on Mrs. Pac-Man and one of the ghosts in bed together.

"That's classy…" Rhett chuckled. Scarlett rolled her eyes, noting that he was, as usual, in one of his freshly pressed polo's and a pair of jeans.

"It's not my problem that you never wear anything but dress clothes. Tees are fashionable too…" She walked over to some chairs to put her ballet flats on.

"You wouldn't know what was fashionable if it sat in front of you with neon lights all around it proclaiming 'I'm fashionable!'," he chuckled. "It's a good thing that you look good in anything, Scarlett…and I bet you look even better in nothing."

Scarlett looked up at him and declared, "Good God, does everything have to be about sex with you?"

Rhett's teeth shined wickedly at her. "Well, people usually like to talk about things they are good at…"

Scarlett picked up her bags and started to walk away, throwing casually over her shoulder a "Whatever."

Rhett laughed and followed after her. "You know what I think?" he called after her.

Scarlett looked over her shoulder, still walking towards the gate. "No."

"I think that you really do want to…er…test me. If only for experimental purposes…"

Scarlett laughed, "Ha! You think everyone wants to 'test you'. It just goes to show what a conceited varmint you are…"

"See! There you go again, comparing me to animals! At this point, I think that your fetish is getting out of hand… I am telling you Scarlett, you continue to reveal ridiculously candid signs that show you want me…" He had finally caught up with her and was walking by her side, now. She looked over at him as he sighed. "It's only a matter of time before you give into it…"

They had reached their gate, and Scarlett walked towards a section of chairs before tossing her purse into a chair. She began to replace her belt from when she had to remove it early. "It? You are ridiculous…"

"Or perhaps I just know you better than you know yourself…" Scarlett rolled her eyes. She practically threw her carry-on on the ground before grabbing her purse from the chair again and walked away. Rhett was laughing lightly and she glanced over her shoulder subtly to see he was sitting himself in one of the chairs, eyeing her appreciatively as she walked away. She unconsciously shook her hips a bit more than she normally would, knowing that the jeans she had on made her butt look really good.

She walked down the hall and got a Starbucks before coming back. She had needed her coffee so badly that she drank the whole cup in the time it took to walk back to the gate. When she got there, Rhett wasn't anywhere to be seen. Thanks be to God, she thought to herself. She wondered if he had left to get a drink or something to eat as well…Her zone had yet to be called to board and she knew that it would be a few more minutes. She had bought the cheapest ticket available and was probably in the back of the plane.

When they finally called her zone, Scarlett looked around the terminal looking to see if she saw Rhett anywhere, while trying to convince herself that she wasn't looking for him but for a restaurant or a trash can or…anything. He was nowhere in sight. She reluctantly picked up her bags and started towards the gate, still subtly keeping her eyes open for any sight of Rhett.

She started down the walkway to the aircraft and her mind wandered with all the possibilities of where Rhett could be. She barely acknowledged the pilot as he waved at her and the other boarding passengers. She was so caught up in thinking that she was slightly startled when she spotted Rhett's shaggy dark head above one of the seats in first class. He smiled cheekily at her. When she reached his seat he simply stated, "You got coach, didn't you? You have always been such a cheap-skate!" He nodded his head.

She huffed slightly and stopped in the middle of the aisle and leaned down towards him. "Just because I don't flaunt my money or spend it recklessly, doesn't mean I am a cheap skate!"

"Indeed…" he said, leaning towards her too. "But why make money if you are going to hoard it as you do? You can save money and be comfortable while still enjoying life!" He leaned back in his chair and waved his hand around him to reveal his luxury.

"I enjoy life just fine, thank you!"

Rhett smirked. "You want me to get you a seat up here? I am sure that they aren't all booked…"

Someone cleared their throat behind Scarlett, reminding her that she was standing in the midst of the aisle. "No, thank you." She said roughly before jerking her carry-on back onto her shoulder and walking away. She was certain that he was still amused but tried not to think about it, for fear of exploding. He was utterly insufferable…

She reached her seat at the back of the plane and tossed her carry-on into the overhead compartment in an effort to relieve some of her anger. However, after she sat down, the idea that the carry-on was sitting above her in a haphazard mess drove her crazy and she stood back up and straightened it, making sure that all of her possessions in the bag were not harmed or in disarray. The pilot was speaking over the intercom, asking passengers to please find their seats. It was a smaller aircraft and luckily there weren't many people on board. Scarlett had the whole row to herself, for which she was grateful because blessings like this were rarely bestowed on flights. She sat in the window seat and buckled herself up, before looking out the window as they taxied. She suddenly thought of the reason that she was leaving again. The reason she was going to Atlanta…Ashley.

Her throat tightened at the thought. My sweet Ashley, she thought. How could he be getting married? She thought of how close they had always been and how she should have had some kind of warning before any of this happened. She was his best friend! He should have called her immediately after he started talking to Melanie! Why hadn't he? She had always told him about all of her conquests! Granted, she had always told him for the sole purpose of making him jealous, but part of it had something to do with the fact that he was her most treasured confidant. They had been through so much together, it hurt her deeply to think that he had let this all go on for a month and never breathed a word of it to her.

Another thought popped into her head, and it was hard to handle. Oh no, I can't think about that! What if part of it was her fault? It probably was. After all, she had moved away to New York. She had been the one to leave him. And he hadn't wanted her to go. She remembered the day she told him that she was taking the intern position at the newspaper…

Scarlett walked from her car to the back entrance of the Wilkes mansion. She was so excited, she imagined that skipping would have been a better description of what she was doing…

She had gotten it! She had gotten the job! She was going to be working at one of the most prominent newspapers in the world! Oh, how wonderful it was to be so honored. How proud Ashley would be! How good it would make her look in front of him! She could already see those beautiful clear eyes of his, gazing with admiration for her and her talents. That slow, lazy smile would stretch attractively across his features and he would look down and stutter in that adorable way that was exclusively him.

She ran into the house and threw a hasty greeting to their butler. He greeted her as well and yelled after her running form, "He is in his study upstairs!"

She continued to run, already sure before she entered the house that that was where he was. He had a strange obsession with reading, especially fiction works. Had since they were children…It was the one thing that she found to be strange about him, albeit in an endearing way. He would constantly try to get her to read books when they were younger, but had never succeeded. Once, she was sure that he figured that he had made some headway with her… He had given her the first Harry Potter book, begging her to read it. She knew that there were movies based on the books and that they were very popular. She had read the first few chapters but had lost interest rather quickly. She had too many questions. She had never been one who could be suspended in disbelief, which was why fiction had never suited her. It was also why she was perfect for journalism. She was straightforward, to the point. She was practical and so was her writing. She could summarize an entire story in a half-column format and spare no details. It was an invaluable talent to anyone in journalism and one of the reasons she had been offered a job at the most prominent newspaper in America. It was also one of the reasons she was accepted into the School of Journalism at UNC Chapel Hill, one of the most recognized journalism schools in the country.

She had reached Ashley's door and knocked softly, trying to still her racing her heart before entering the room. "Come in."

She slowly opened the door, trying to seem normal but the huge smile on her face gave her away. Ashley was sitting at his desk, a book in his hand. At the sight of her he quickly tossed the book aside and strode over to where she stood across the room. "Red! What are you doing here? I thought you were going out with Brent?"

She searched for any sign of jealousy in his tone, as she always did when he mentioned one of the many guys that she dated. Well, she had been planning on going out with Brent. He was a lot of fun anyway. He could hold his alcohol a lot longer than other boys and didn't instantly try to bed her as soon as he thought she was zonked. But she had gotten the call just this afternoon about the newspaper and she had instantly called and cancelled with Brent. She had lied and said she had a migraine. The truth of it was that as fun as Brent was, she didn't want to spend this night with anyone but Ashley. She wanted to celebrate with him, her best friend.

"Well…I…I cancelled with him." He tossed his head up in a rare moment of unrestrained emotion and laughed heartily. Her heart skipped a beat, for she automatically assumed that he was laughing because he was so happy that she had cancelled her date with another man.

He grinned and then looked down in that almost shy way of his. "I bet he was heartbroken." He was such a darling... "Come and sit down with me, Red. I was just reading-" Scarlett cut him off.

"When are you not reading?" she said with good humor.

He chuckled and sat down on the couch that she seated herself on. "I guess you are right." He looked up at her with his crystal clear eyes and asked. "Well, what's up?"

"Oh Ashley! I have the most wonderful news!" She placed her hands in his, grasping them firmly. "I got the job!"

His eyes widened. "In New York?"

She nodded enthusiastically before jumping up from the couch and twirling around the room. "Isn't it wonderful!" She plopped down back on the couch and squeezed him around the shoulders. When he didn't respond by wrapping his arms around her as well, she slowly pulled back. His head was bowed. He grabbed one of her hands and began fiddling with her fingers.

"Ashley?" Scarlett asked, worried over his lack of reaction but thrilled by the way he held her hand.

"That's really great, Red…"

Scarlett stared at him in awe, afraid to move. His fingers were gently massaging her own. "Ashley?" she asked again. She was breathless from his ministrations.

"I…" he stopped and pulled away from her, to Scarlett's disappointment. He scratched the top of his head nervously, still looking down. "That is really…" He paused and looked back up at her. His eyes were clearly in turmoil, as if he didn't know how to respond. Or perhaps, he didn't want to say what was on his mind. Scarlett's heart picked up pace again as Ashley opened his mouth and boldly announced…

"I…don't want you to go."

Scarlett was startled out of her memory by a hostess. The lady cleared her throat. Scarlett noticed that they were already in the air and the hostess was handing out drinks. Scarlett began to decline when the woman pulled out a bottle of wine, and began to pour a glass. "Miss O'Hara…" she said reluctantly. "There was a man in first class, he…he asked me to give you this and to tell you to drink it…" She paused for another moment, trying to remember the words of the man, "for experimental purposes? He said that if you liked it, you could have the whole bottle. He…he asked me to tell him what you decide."

The woman blushed. Scarlett didn't know if it was because she was remembering the good-looking man or because of the awkwardness of the situation.

"You can tell him that I think he should go to hell…" She smiled rebelliously. "However, you can give me the whole bottle and put it on his tab please…After all, why should we hoard money when we can be enjoying life?" The woman looked at Scarlett strangely and reluctantly agreed. Scarlett took the bottle and unbuckled herself before walking to the back of the plane and emptying the contents of the bottle down the toilet. She was a little disappointed. She hated to waste good champagne. But she would rather have something to rub into that smug face of Rhett's…even if she knew that he would probably just laugh at her attempt at revenge.

She walked back to her seat and settled in again. She picked up her purse and pulled out her iPod. She needed something to get her mind off of the depressing situation surrounding Ashley, and the infuriating man currently sitting in first class. She pressed 'shuffle' and allowed her iPod to choose her songs for her…

The next things he knew, she was awakened by a voice over the intercom that said that they were about to land and asking the passengers to refasten their seatbelts. She took her iPod out of her ears and placed it back in her purse before refastening her belt and looking out the window. Her heart swelled at the sight below her. She was home…

She loved everything about her home. She had so many wonderful memories of Georgia as a child. She couldn't wait to plant her foot on that first patch of red clay…There wasn't any clay in New York…just concrete…

They landed and she began to unload her carry-on and walk down the aisle, towards the exit. When she passed the empty seat that had been Rhett's for the whole trip she huffed and tried with all her might to put a lid on her temper. He was such a hateful thing. Hadn't he taken this trip to help her? Hadn't he taken it to be there for her? And he had gotten a first class ticket…he probably would just go on to his hotel without a word to her, the hateful thing. She tried not to feel anything when she thought of his desertion of her, but she couldn't ignore the tiny pang that pinched her heart.

She reached the end of the walkway to the terminal and began walking towards the luggage claim, holding her head high in spite of all the many things that lay heavy on her heart at the moment. She was about to see Ashley again, with Melanie…Rhett had abandoned her, even though she didn't give a damn about what he did or how he did it.

But he surprised her, as he often did…

She spotted him almost immediately, even in the large crowd of people. He was head and shoulders above many of the other people in the airport. He smiled when he saw her. He was leaning casually against a column in the building, his carry-on bag resting beside his crossed ankles. Her heart eased a little at the sight of him and she couldn't ignore the surge of…gratitude? She wasn't sure what it was that she felt. She just knew that the whole plane ride to Atlanta had been hard on her, thinking about Ashley and all. She had been a little depressed…and…well, he seemed to always have a way of making it better. Even in his own perverse way with the champagne earlier...Though she would never admit it to herself at the time, she saw now that even then he had somehow gotten her mind off of her troubles. And now, he had waited on her when she was sure that he wouldn't. It was trivial, but it gave her a feeling of satisfaction. Again, he gave her hope and made her feel like everything was going to work out, in the end…

She couldn't find it in her to act angry at him for his earlier actions, so when she walked up to him she simply said, "Hi…" She adjusted her shoulder strap and tucked her curled hair behind her ear.

He grinned. "Hi…" He said before he suddenly laughed softly. "Let's go get our luggage."

She walked beside him in silence, not wanting to say anything mean, but not wanting to say anything nice either. If she said something mean, she would feel bad and she would ruin this moment of hopefulness in herself. If she said something nice, he would tease her relentlessly on "how she wanted him" and she didn't want to be mad at him again…so…she didn't say anything at all.

Rhett, however, had other plans. "Did you not like my gift? The hostess said you didn't seem very…er…grateful."

Scarlett rolled her eyes, her annoyance with him automatically in full swing again. Couldn't he leave well-enough alone? "I did not want to experiment or test your wine. And I definitely didn't want the whole bottle…" She said, irritated that he had ruined her moment of peace.

"Hmmm…and yet you still took the bottle." He looked pensive. "From what I have gathered from your reaction, you understood my creative metaphor." He smirked. "Therefore, you knew that in accepting the bottle, you would be admitting that you enjoyed the- how shall we put this-the taste? And I imagine that you took the bottle and emptied its contents into the toilet in the bathroom, correct?" She huffed but didn't answer and he laughed. "My darling, I know you so well…You did. And you assume that in doing that you proved that you didn't want the bottle. But, all that you told me and anyone who was paying attention is," he held up one finger, "that you did accept the bottle, even if you are deluding yourself into believing that it was merely to 'get back' at me. And," he held up a second finger, "by throwing it out, you also showed that you didn't want to take the champagne for dignity's sake (it is a kind that I was sure that you would have liked, and I bet you regretted to have to throw it out) but you wanted no one else to have it either." He smirked. "You have proven my point once again. You want me…" He sniffed smugly.

Scarlett rolled her eyes. "Such observations…you should have been a shrink. Or perhaps a literary analyst. I bet you could have figured out the entire structure of the human mind by dissecting Alice in Wonderland's metaphors… You could have proven a thesis that the watch the rabbit carries represents world peace or something ridiculous like that…"

"I probably could…" He laughed before adding. "You are just upset because you know I am right…and it kills you when I am right."

"You are not right. I do not want you…" She ground through her teeth.

"Do too." He chuckled.

"Do not!"

"Do too…" he said sing-songy.

"Do not!" She demanded.

"Do not…"

"Do to—" She cut off when she realized that he had tripped her up. He laughed loudly. So loudly that several people looked their way. She fumed. Oh how could she have thought that he was ever nice! He had probably waited on her for the mere sake of tormenting her. They were almost at the baggage claim and Scarlett was about to tell him how much she hated him when…there he was.

"Ashley…" she whispered. He was here, at the airport. She hadn't been expecting to see him. She thought that her father might meet her. He had said that he would try. "Puss, you know I will be there if I can. But mind you, I have lots of things to do to get this wedding ready. So don't be getting your panties in a bunch if I don't make it…" She had told him that it would be alright if he didn't, and told him once again that in this day and age it wasn't exactly appropriate to call a girl puss, considering its sexual connotations for this generation. He had of course said, "What of it!" in that heavy Irish and said that he didn't care what the young ones thought of his speech.

She had thought that she might see her father here, but she hadn't even thought that Ashley might come to welcome her home. He hadn't spotted her yet. He was waiting at the baggage claim with her flight labeled above it and she was several claims away. She observed him for a moment and her heart skipped at the familiar sight of him…He had always been of average height. He was lean but still attractively built. His hair was a wavy, sandy blonde and in spite of constantly changing trends, he had always kept his hair in a clean, well-trimmed comb-over style. He was in a white dress shirt and khakis. He had always been well dressed, much like Rhett, but more conservative. He turned towards her, still not spotting her and her breath caught at the sight of his handsome face. He was softly attractive, for a man. He had a long, lean face with gentle eyes and a soft mouth. He was the complete opposite of the man beside her. Rhett was sexy and Ashley was adorable, which often made him sexy in his own way. She had to reluctantly admit that the same could be said for Rhett…he could be somewhat adorable at times as well. She wondered for a moment why she was automatically comparing them when she remembered Rhett…

Rhett!

She turned to him, he was walking headlong to the claim, and she suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side. She was breathless and didn't know what to do. She needed a moment to think.

Rhett was shocked. "What?" he said, as if he wasn't sure whether to be amused or worried.

"Ashley…Ashley is here." She said. She looked back at Ashley and Rhett followed her eyes.

He smirked unpleasantly. "Heh, I see him. He is everything I imagined he would be." Scarlett was too busy being shocked herself to think about the tone of his voice or the reasoning behind it.

"You don't know me." She turned back towards him. "Do you understand? Ashley can't know you, or that you know me or that I know who you are…whatever!" She looked at Ashley again.

"I see…" he whispered. She looked at him and when saw his eyes, she gasped slightly. They were cold and black as night. "Alright. You don't know me…" He walked away from her and she watched him go, a little disturbed by his reaction. She began to follow him, but remembered Ashley. He was still standing in the place he had been before and she took a deep breath and headed towards him, all her worries and cares leaving her at the prospect of being close to him after so long. She called out to him.

"Ashley!" She yelled. He turned towards the voice and searched the crowd. She waved her hand at him, waiting for him to acknowledge her before she ran towards him. She nearly tackled him with the magnitude of her greeting, and he grunted slightly at the impact.

"Red…you would think you hadn't seen me for years!" He squeezed her. "I missed you too." He whispered. "I guess Christmas was a long time ago, wasn't it?" He pulled away from her and smiled that lazy, stretched smile of his. She wanted so desperately to kiss those lips. She smiled back.

"I am so glad to see you…" she said. She didn't remove her arms from around his waist.

He grasped her shoulders and told her softly, "You look beautiful…"

She blushed slightly, wishing that she had dressed a little bit better. Her Pac-man shirt was hardly the thing that she wanted him to see her in on their first meeting, but…at least she had curled her hair. She knew that he liked it curled. Just as she thought this, he grabbed a curl and twisted it around his finger for a moment before dropping it to her shoulders again. "Curls look good on you, Red."

"I was thinking about cutting my hair." She grinned at him, playing with a button on his shirt. She knew that this would cause a reaction from him. The only reason she kept it so long was because she knew that he liked it that way.

"If you do, I will never forgive you," he said softly, pulling away from her grasp. "Let's go get your things." He grabbed her hand and her heart soared. Perhaps this would be easier than she could have hoped, she thought as she squeezed his fingers. Perhaps he was already having second thoughts…perhaps…

"I am glad that you don't seem at all surprised to see me, Red…"

"Oh, but I am Ashley! Why are you here? I thought that Pa was coming to meet me."

Ashley smiled, "Well, he couldn't make it. He said that he had already told you he might not and…well…I guess I didn't like the idea of you getting here with no one to greet you." They reached the conveyor belt, waiting on the luggage to start coming through. "And anyway, I couldn't wait to see you. I imagine I would have come, even if your father had come too."

Scarlett heart jumped and she turned to look at him, her heart in her eyes. "I couldn't wait to see you too, Ashley." He looked into her eyes briefly before lowering his own to their intertwined fingers. They said nothing for a moment. Scarlett continued to gaze at him and he gazed at her hands. Then the belt started to move and bags began to run by. Ashley broke the silence.

"Let's find your bag, so we can get a move on. I figured, that if you didn't mind, we could go out to brunch."

Scarlett's face shined. "I would love to."

"I hope you don't mind, Red. But…can Melanie come along too? She is dying to see you again. She simply adores you…" He smiled, and didn't seem to notice how her face dropped slightly at his question. She took a moment to respond.

"Of course." She said with some effort. Ashley squeezed her fingers again. As they waited on her luggage to go by, they talked about her flight and about their families. She tried her hardest to keep the subject off the wedding and every time Melanie came up she, as tactfully as possible, overlooked the comments. Finally, she saw her bag. It wasn't hard to see that it was hers…it was leopard print.

"There's my bag…" she said. She stood there and waited for it to reach them, refusing to try to step through the crowds of people to get to it quicker. But before it reached her, someone's hand had slipped out of the masses and grabbed the bag. A big, dark hand…

No, he didn't…Scarlett fumed. She looked around trying to find his insolent head in the crowd. She spotted him a moment later. He was looking her way, a wicked grin on his face. She excused herself from Ashley. "I think someone grabbed my bag…" she started to walk away.

"Should I come with you, Red?" he asked.

"No!" she nearly shouted. "No…" she softened her voice, noting the odd look on Ashley's face at her outburst. "I can handle it." She disappeared into the crowds of people, heading towards where she had last spotted Rhett. When she reached the spot, he wasn't there anymore. She looked around her in confusion and spotted him again…next to Ashley. His face was red from trying to contain his laughter. Scarlett stared at him and he looked at her before stifling another laugh. She motioned subtly for him to come over to her. She couldn't very well go over to him! Not with Ashley just feet away! He merely looked at her with mock confusion, placing his hand beside his ear as if to say, "I can't hear you". She finally exploded and huffed loudly and stomped her foot, causing Rhett to laugh loudly. Scarlett noticed that Ashley turned in Rhett's direction at the sound and her heart stopped for a moment, afraid of him noticing Rhett. She started to walk towards Rhett again and she noticed that he was going to walk away again. She stopped and looked at him with frustrated, pleading eyes. He grinned and with a roll of his eyes, he motioned for her to come to him. She shook her head. He nodded his. She huffed again and headed towards him, trying to stay away from Ashley by walking around a large group of people to reach Rhett.

"You are the biggest asshole in the history of the universe…give me my bag!" She whispered, eyeing Ashley, who was just a few feet in front of them. Luckily he was facing the opposite direction and seemed to be scanning the crowds for her.

"You shouldn't be so obvious, Scarlett. If your bag was less conspicuous, it wouldn't have been so easy to pick out!" He laughed and Scarlett placed her hand over his mouth, trying to keep him quiet. She was afraid Ashley would turn around at the sound of his loud, boisterous laughter again. She had her palm firmly over his mouth and was staring in Ashley's direction in fear. She looked back at him to shush him. She stopped short before shushing him, however, for his eyes were dark again, as they had been moments before when she had told him to stay away from her. But this time, they were warm. On fire even…burning with a dark, dangerous intensity that momentarily made it hard for her to breathe. She felt his lips pucker against her palm, and he kissed her hand softly. Her hand tingled, as if some strange, slow electricity had exerted itself into her body. But just as quick as she lost her senses, she found them again and pulled away wiping her hand against her jeans before grabbing her bag and walking back over to Ashley. She glanced at Rhett once more before she reached Ashley. He was smiling that conceited smile…and his eyes…his eyes were still burning.

Ashley seemed startled when she reached his side again. Then he smiled. "There you are. I was looking for you and I was beginning to wonder where you were. Did you get it back?"

"Yeah." She said, pointing at her luggage. "It was just a little…mess up." She smiled stiffly before shifting her bags on her shoulder.

"Let me take that." Ashley grabbed the large bag from the floor and began to roll it to the exit. Scarlett thanked him.

"We should hurry. All the restaurants will have stopped serving breakfast anywhere if we don't get a move on." He pulled out his cell phone and sent a quick message to what she assumed to be his driver.

"Melanie waited on us in the car. She knew that I might want to see you alone at first. She knows how close we have always been." He smiled and Scarlett inwardly rolled her eyes. If she keeps making stupid mistakes like that, this is definitely going to be easier than I thought, she reasoned with herself. How was the girl going to keep a husband when she insisted that he go to see old sweethearts alone?!

"How…sweet of her." She offered, trying to sound sincere. Just then, a black town car pulled around and Ashley headed for it. The driver stopped at the edge of the platform and got out. Ashley thanked him and asked him to put Scarlett's things in the trunk.

"You can sit in the back with Melanie. She is dying to talk to you. I will sit up front." Scarlett stared at the door in dismay.

"I've been dying to talk to her too." She said, as she opened the door…