Ava's POV
Thursday morning started with Blaze stealing my coffee.
I stared at him across the kitchen.
“Put it back.”
He took another sip.
“Pretty good.”
“Blaze.”
“Darlin'.”
“That is my coffee.”
“What's mine is yours.”
“That saying doesn't work when you're stealing my shit.”
He grinned and handed it over.
I looked into the mug.
“You drank half of it!”
“Make more.”
“I could make myself a widow.”
“Gotta marry me first.”
I froze with the mug halfway to my mouth.
Blaze froze too.
Then his eyes narrowed slightly.
I pointed at him.
“No.”
“I didn't say shit.”
“Your face did.”
“My face doesn't talk.”
“Bullshit. Your face is currently planning something.”
He laughed and grabbed his keys.
“I've got s**t to do at the compound.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Love you, Beautiful.”
“Love you t
