18.TWENTY OF THOSE minutes passed and they were in the main office waiting on Toben. Black was busy in the kitchen area while Ashley was seated on a couch in the lounge, resting. He walked to her with two cups of coffee in his hands, one black, no sugar and the other with cream and sugar.
“Here you go,” he said, handing her the latter cup.
Ashley adjusted in her seat. “Ow. Thank you,” she said, favoring her ribcage and reaching for the cup.
“You might want to have that looked at,” he said.
“It’s okay. I’m fine. Trust me.”
Black shrugged, sitting in a chair next to her. He took a sip from his cup and placed it on the coffee table in front of them. Ashley did the same with hers.
“Did Toben give any clue as to what was urgent?” he asked.
“Nope. And he got off the phone so fast I didn’t
