Ava’s POV
Thursday moved fast.
Too fast.
By five-thirty, I had changed out of my scrubs at the pediatric office.
Eaten half a granola bar in my Mustang, and was pulling into the gym parking lot for another Mexico meeting.
This one belonged to Morgan and True.
Which meant I expected rules.
Lots of them.
I walked inside and immediately spotted Morgan near the office with a clipboard.
“No.”
He frowned. “I haven't said anything.”
“You have a clipboard.”
“So?”
“Nothing good ever comes from you holding a clipboard.”
True laughed from beside him.
“She has a point.”
Morgan looked at her.
“You have one too.”
“Yes, but mine looks friendly.”
“It looks exactly like mine.”
“Mine has a sticker.”
I looked.
A tiny taco sticker sat in the corner.
“She's right. Hers is better.”
Morga
