I tugged Ashton forward.
"Don't let him get in your head. I don't care if he shows up at the studio. I'll just throw him out myself."
Franklin noticed Ashton's hesitation and seized the chance.
"You're a public figure," he said loudly. "And Mirabelle's been getting a lot of buzz online. If people find out how you treat family... it won't look good."
Ashton stopped and turned.
"Come in."
"No!" I snapped, jabbing my fingers into his arm. "He's not setting foot in the house. The second you let him through the door, he'll glue himself to the floor."
Ashton patted my hand. "I've got it under control. He's not getting a thing."
"Then why let him in?"
"I've got something in mind."
"Care to share?"
Franklin covered the distance between us in a few quick strides.
