Ava POV
Saturday morning, I woke up to an empty bed.
That was unusual.
I pulled on one of Blaze's shirts and followed the smell of coffee.
He was in the kitchen.
So was my rucksack.
I stopped.
“Why is my rucksack in here?”
“Morning, Darlin'.”
“Blaze.”
He took a drink of coffee.
“Checked your bag.”
“You what?”
I opened it.
Everything I'd packed was still there, along with a flashlight.
Another portable battery pack, protein bars, and—
I opened the side pocket.
Chocolate.
I looked at him.
“Seriously?”
“Emergency supplies.”
I held up the battery pack.
“I already packed one.”
“Now you got two.”
“I already have a flashlight.”
“Backup.”
I stared at him.
He stared right back.
This wasn't Blaze trying to control anything.
It was him doing what he could while he still c
