Ava’s POV
My alarm went off before the sun came up.
I shut it off and stared at the ceiling for all of three seconds before my brain caught up.
Mexico.
First clinic day.
Time to work.
I rolled out of bed, pulled my hair back and got dressed.
By the time I stepped into the main room, Morgan was already holding out a cup of coffee.
“You’re my favorite person.”
“You say that every mission.”
“Because every mission you bring me coffee.”
True walked in behind him.
“Pretty sure that makes coffee your favorite person.”
“Don’t ruin this for us.”
Tootsie came through the other doorway, already dressed with her medical bag over one shoulder.
Gage walked in last.
I took one look at him and grinned.
He stopped.
“No.”
I widened my eyes. “What?”
“Whatever you’re thinking.”
“I wasn’t
