“Trust me.”
My heart drops, and my first thought is Sadie. “Oh my God, what happened?”
“No, no, no. Everything is fine, but I need to help you pack.”
“Pack? For what?”
“Trust me. We’re taking your car.” She grabs my keys, and she tugs on me until I finally head out to the car. Tiff doesn’t say anything to me, even though I keep asking her question after question until we pull into my driveway. “Shut up, and come on.”
She goes straight for my bedroom and opens my closet. She grabs my suitcase and starts grabbing a couple pairs of pants, then some shirts. She goes over to my dresser. “Don’t you have a corset? Or something like that?”
“No. Why are you asking me this?”
Tiff ignores me and grabs a few things, throwing them into the mix of clothes on the bed. She looks over my closet again and finds a little black dress that I have for special occasions. “This will do.” When she keeps flipping through the clothes, she stops and gasps, “You bought his jersey?”
“Don’t start, and tell me what’s happening right now.”
She takes the dress and jersey and finishes packing the suitcase. She goes into my bathroom and grabs my toothbrush. “You’re going on a trip.”
I stand there. “What?”
Tiff snaps her finger. “Let’s go.”
I follow her back to my car, and she spins out of the driveway and heads down the street. I give up on asking her any more questions. There really isn’t a point because she’s stubborn. I’m speechless when we pull up to Ashton’s house. Tiff jumps out, grabs the suitcase, and heads to his front door. I’m more confused, but I go into the house.
Ashton is in the kitchen leaning against the counter, smiling at me.
“Okay, where is it?” Tiff has her hand out.
Ashton hands her a brown envelope. “It’s all there.”
She smiles and turns to me. She tucks the paper under her arm, grabs my hand, and puts the handle of the suitcase in it.
“Sadie is with me.” She kisses my cheek and leaves.
When I hear the front door close, I look at Ashton. “Would you please explain to me what’s going on?”
He steps up close to my face, cupping it in his large hands. “You’ve been kidnapped for the next forty-eight hours.”
“What?”
“Let me take this.” He takes my bag to his room.
“It’s Tuesday, and I have things to do.” I walk with him, trying to explain.
“Well, I’m only off these days, and you’re schedule is now clear. Thank Tiff for that.”
“Sadie–”
“She’s fine,” he cuts me off. “Tiff has her, and Brooke said that she would help too. But right now, you’re mine.”
“Ashton,” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “You can’t uproot me like this. I have Sadie and work. I have commitments.”
He comes back to me, crosses his arms, and stares me down. “First, you’re three miles away from Sadie. It’s not like I took you halfway across the world. Second, Tiff took care of your work schedule, which, by the way, wasn’t as full as you think. Lastly, shut up, and enjoy being taken care of for a little bit. If you don’t, I will put Frozen in, crank it up as loud as I can, tie you to a chair, and make you listen to it.”
Before I can answer, he walks out of the bedroom, leaving me alone.
Crap.