Sunday — 8:42 a.m.
Ava's POV
“Darlin', what are you doing?”
I glanced over my shoulder.
Blaze stood in the doorway of our clubhouse room, watching me search through my clothes.
“Trying to find my black sneakers.”
“Under the bed.”
I crouched.
Well, would you look at that.
“Handsome, have I told you lately how useful you are?”
He chuckled.
“Where are you going?”
“The gym.”
His eyebrows rose.
“To work out?”
“No. To check on the place. I haven't been there since before Mexico.”
“You're not cleared for training yet.”
“I know. I'm going to visit, not bench-press a motorcycle.”
“Wouldn't put it past you.”
I slipped on my sneakers.
“Rude.”
He stepped inside.
“Before you disappear, I've got something to tell you.”
I straightened.
“Unless you're telling me breakfast is ready,
