Ava's POV
7:42 a.m. — Mexico, Hospital
I woke to someone arguing.
Quietly.
Which, considering the men surrounding me, was practically a miracle.
“She's not ready,” Tootsie whispered.
“I'm not asking her to run a marathon,” Blaze answered.
“Then stop hovering.”
“I'm not hovering.”
I opened one eye.
“Liar.”
Both turned.
Blaze grinned.
“Morning, Darlin'.”
I swallowed.
My throat still felt like someone had dragged sandpaper through it.
“Morning.”
Tootsie approached.
“How's your breathing?”
“Fine.”
“Throat?”
“Hurts.”
“Dizziness?”
I shook my head.
“Little Mama, you know the drill.”
“I'm a nurse.”
“Then quit acting like my worst patient.”
Blaze chuckled.
I glared at him.
Tootsie smiled.
“Your overnight blood work looks reassuring.”
“Immune system?”
“No significant
