“Wow,” the surf instructor gasped. “You have a mighty strong grip.”

Ashley slammed his body hard against the wall knocking the wind out of him. “Don’t fucking dance around the question,” she spat. “What the fuck are you doing outside of our bedroom?”

Clyde let out a few ragged breaths and opened his mouth to speak. The words died on his tongue however when suddenly they heard footsteps heading in their direction. To both of their reliefs it was just Spencer, fully awake and haphazardly dressed in a robe.

“Ashley what are, Clyde?” she squinted through the darkness. Her face contorted with worry when she took in the scene. “What’s going on out here?”

“Ask this asshole,” the rocker tightened her grip with each word. “He was staring into our bedroom like some sick twisted stalker.”

Clyde looked between the two women and shook his head frantically, “That’s not it all,” he hastened. “I wasn’t stalking anybody.”

“Then what were you doing Clyde,” Spencer asked as she became increasingly uncomfortable. She pulled her robe more securely around herself.

The instructor sighed, “Listen, I know this looks strange-”

“Yes it does,” Ashley spoke between clenched teeth. “Now, either you tell us what the hell you were doing or I’m calling the cops. Start talking.”

“Okay,” Clyde gulped. “I wanted to tell you guys that I’d accepted the cooking job you had offered. Although, now I think my chances are slim.” He let out a nervous chuckle. “I was going to call you guys, but I didn’t have your number. I-”

“So sneaking through our window seemed like the next logical thing to do,” Ashley interjected with a disbelieving frown.

“No of course not,” the surf instructor replied quickly. “I did have Aiden’s number so I had called him. I asked for your number and he said it would be better to just deliver the news to you in person so, he gave me your address.”

“That doesn’t sound like Aiden,” the rocker shook her head. Her cousin was dumb but he wasn’t dumb enough to just go around handing her address out… or at least she hoped he wasn’t that dumb.

“Well,” Spencer began in a quiet voice. “When you got here, why didn’t you just ring the doorbell?” The couple looked at him expectantly.