Ava’s POV
Tuesday evening, I walked into the gym carrying takeout in one hand and my laptop in the other.
Morgan looked at the bag.
“You brought food?”
“Yes.”
“We’re having a security meeting.”
“And?”
Ezra leaned against the front desk.
“Baby Sis has priorities.”
“I worked all day.”
Morgan looked at his husband.
“You trained her.”
Ezra grinned.
“Proud of my work too.”
I headed toward the office.
True was already inside with Tootsie and Gage.
Gage had somehow found my chips.
I stopped.
“Those are mine.”
He looked at the bag.
“Were.”
“Cloe needs a new boyfriend.”
“No, she doesn’t.”
I snatched them away.
Morgan walked in behind me.
“Can we pretend to be professionals for thirty minutes?”
True looked at him.
“Wrong team.”
“Fair.”
He shut the door.
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