Ava's POV
Monday morning and my phone buzzed.
“Absolutely not.”
I looked up from my coffee.
Blaze stood across the kitchen island, staring at my phone.
“Excuse me?”
“Whatever you're planning, that smile tells me it's trouble.”
I glanced at the group message I'd just received.
Cloe: Girls' day. Shopping and lunch. No excuses.
Tootsie: Little Mama, you better be ready.
Mom: I'm already dressed.
I grinned.
“Your lack of faith in me is disturbing.”
“Darlin', I've known you long enough to recognize that look.”
“It's called happiness, Handsome. You should try it sometime.”
He chuckled.
“Who's going?”
“Mom, Cloe, Tootsie, and yours truly.”
“Sounds dangerous.”
“Only to our bank accounts.”
Blaze shook his head.
“Have fun.”
I blinked.
“That's it?”
“What?”
“No lecture? No que
