Ava’s POV
Saturday morning started with Blaze trying to drag me out of bed by one ankle.
I kicked at his hand.
“Touch me again and lose a finger.”
He laughed and caught my foot before I could get him.
“Your grandpa said seven-thirty, Darlin’.”
“My grandpa is retired. Time means nothing to him.”
“Apparently fishing does.”
I buried my face back in the pillow.
Blaze slapped my ass.
“Up.”
“You’re brave before coffee.”
“Already made it.”
I lifted my head.
“You should’ve started there.”
His grin widened.
“Less fun.”
I was halfway out of bed when my phone rang.
Grandma.
I answered.
“I’m awake.”
“Good morning to you too.”
“Blame my Ol’ man.”
“I’m staying out of that.”
Smart woman.
I heard Grandpa in the background.
“Tell her we’re leaving without her!”
Grandma sighed.
