Ava’s POV
Wednesday morning, my phone rang while I was finishing a chart.
Gene.
I looked at the name for a second before answering.
“Hey.”
“Morning, Ava. You busy?”
“At work, so yes.”
“Right. I’ll make it quick.”
I leaned back in my chair.
“What’s up?”
“I heard you’re going to Mexico.”
Of course he had.
“Yeah.”
“For three weeks?”
“Yeah.”
A short silence followed.
“I was wondering if you’d meet me at the clubhouse after work.”
“Why?”
“To ask you about it.”
My fingers stopped over the keyboard.
“You want to ask me about Mexico?”
“If that’s okay.”
That mattered.
Not enough to suddenly make us close.
But enough that I noticed.
“You planning on telling me I shouldn’t go?”
“No.”
“Because that conversation will be really short.”
“I figured.”
I smiled slightly.
“Six?”
