- Sketchbook
- Art pens
- Charcoal
- Color pencils
- Eraser
- Water colors
I looked up at her. "This is what you want?"
"Yes," she said, nodding her head. "That's what I want."
"Why?" I asked. Why wasn't she asking for her phone? Why wasn't she asking for a computer or some way to connect online?
She simply shrugged. "Because that's what I want." She turned on her heels before I could even say anything and marched back inside.
I looked back down at the list and frowned. Of course, this was what she wanted. It was Ashley; when she was uncomfortable or nervous, she did art. And for an entire week, she'd done nothing but watch the movies we had inside and eat.
I rubbed my forehead and heard my phone ding. I glanced at it, seeing a message from Miles.
"Ps. they know you're gone as well and fit the puzzle piece together."
Shit….
I was hoping they wouldn't notice. I'm guessing her father was the one who put the two and two together on that one.
My phone buzzed again, and I noticed Ayden sent me two messages. The first was a text. Listen to this when you’re alone. The second was a voice message. I looked back up, making sure Ashley was around me as I clicked play.
Where the hell is my daughter?"
It was Harley, Ashley's dad's voice. I knew that voice just as well as I knew Ashley's, and he was pissed.
"I don't know what fucking sick, twisted game this is, but it's not funny. Our daughter is needed back home. You tell that lovesick puppy of yours to return her before we involve the police."
My eyebrows went up. It seemed Harley hadn't calmed over the years. He still clearly hated me just as much as he did back then.
"You may be alpha, but this is my child and my family. You had no reason to butt in. You tell Owen to return her or else."
The voicemail ended, and I stared at my phone. Ayden was typing, and a second later, a message popped up.
"Did you listen to it?"
I pulled my phone up and called him. It rang only once before Ayden answered. "Was that a message from her dad?"
"Yeah, he left it about an hour ago."
I pinched my nose. "So, do you want me to bring her back?"
"No, you're staying out there. This is what's best for Ashley. I also got a hold of her folks' bank statements, and you're going to find this interesting."
"Why? Are you shocked with how much money they have? You really shouldn't be. Her folks are loaded."
"They aren't."
I paused. "What? What are you talking about? Her folks…"