Page 20 of Plus-Size Pregnant Mate

And without my art, I was going to lose my damn mind.

I chewed on my lip and leaned back, looking outside the window. I can see that Owen was on the phone out on the porch. I'm going to guess he was pacing back and forth on another call with Ayden.

I thought back to his phone call before and hearing Logan's voice. It sent my entire body on high alert. He knew Owen had me and he wasn't happy about it. But Owen handled it better than I expected. He didn't even seem fazed by his threat.

I watched Owen, my eyes raking over his body. I thought about our night together, and I couldn't help but want to do it again. It brought back so many memories of being with him and feeling so safe.

I couldn't deny I missed Owen, even if I still hated him. He knew me better than anyone else.

I swallowed, watching the way he crossed his arms and his muscles bulged. I suddenly remembered how hard I had orgasmed. When was the last time I'd done that?

I quickly shook my head. "I need out of this house…"

I pulled myself up and headed toward the door. Owen walked by, and I waved at him.

"You have a moment?" I asked.

He nodded, holding up a finger, so I paused while he wrapped up his call. "Sounds good. Just let me know. Thanks."

He ended the call, stuffing his phone into his back pocket. He then pulled the door open and stepped inside. "What's up?"

"Can we go out?" I asked, "I'm out of art supplies."

He looked behind me and then back at me. "I can have Ayden drop some more off. You just have to give me a list of what you want."

I scowled. "Owen, I need out of this cabin. I'm going to go insane pretty soon. I can't just walk the yard."

His eyes softened. "Ashley…I.."

"I know we can't go back home," I quickly added, not wanting him to shoot me down so quickly. "I'm aware of that, but that doesn't mean we can go to another town, does it? Can't we go to a town around here that doesn't know us or about what's going on?"

Owen frowned, seeming unconvinced. "I don't know."

I frowned. I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. "Please, Owen. I haven't asked for much since being here. I've gone along with everything and dealt with this situation better than most. All I'm asking for is a day out."

He sighed and nodded his head. "You have, and I appreciate that." He ran a hand through his hair. I could tell he was thinking before he nodded again. "Okay, there is a town about an hour from here we could go to."

I smiled, suddenly eager to get out.

"You have to promise me you'll listen, though," he quickly added. "If I feel something is off, we leave immediately."

"Understood!" I said, turning. "Let me quickly change."

After changing, Owen pulled the truck out of the garage and waited. I hopped in, making sure to wear something more comfortable for traveling. Owen's eyebrows went up. "Is that yours? I don't recall you wearing that."

"No," I said, buckling up. "I found it in the closet. All the clothes I've been wearing have paint on them."

He smirked. "I thought so. I've seen Wendy wear that before."

"You think she's going to be mad that I'm wearing it?" I asked as he started pulling the truck down the road.

I could see a smirk on his lips. "No, she's going to be mad when she doesn't get it back."

"I'll give it back," I said. "I'm just wearing it for today."

Owen shook his head. "No, no, you won't because it's yours now. I want to see you wear that again."

I blushed and, for a second, almost forgot that we weren't together. It twisted my heart up because this was the side of him I'd missed so badly.

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