Ava's POV
Dinner had gone better than I expected.
No arguments.
No family drama.
Dad survived his food.
Barely.
And somehow I'd agreed to do it again next week.
Progress was weird.
Blaze was driving my Mustang home because apparently my car belonged to both of us now.
At least according to him.
I had my shoes off, scrolling through my phone when the screen lit up.
Mateo
Oh, s**t.
I immediately answered.
“Hey, buddy.”
“Tia.”
I lowered my feet.
That tone.
Blaze glanced over.
“Uh-oh.”
Mateo went quiet.
“Who was that?”
“That was Blaze.”
“Who's Blaze?”
“My Ol' man.”
Blaze's mouth curved.
“You have an Ol' man?”
“I do.”
“What happened to Chet?”
Blaze's smile changed immediately.
Oh, he knew Chet.
Very f*****g well.
“Chet and I haven't been together for a long time.
