Blaze POV
Waking up the second morning in a row with my Ol' lady—my Ava—wrapped around me.
I thanked fuckin' Christ.
Having her ass home felt right.
Five weeks of waking up without her. Five weeks of reaching across the bed to nothing.
Now I had an armful of my woman.
Eventually, another call would come.
I knew that s**t.
I'd fuckin' hate it when it did. Probably lose my goddamn mind all over again.
But I'd support her ass.
Because this work was part of who Ava was.
Right now, though?
Her ass was home.
That's all I wanted to think about.
Darlin stirred in my arms.
I couldn't help but smile when she buried herself even farther into my chest.
I kissed the top of her head.
“Darlin, you're trying to dig right into me?”
She nodded against my chest.
“Safe, warm, love.”
Fuck.
