Ava's POV
The Following Morning — Mexico, Hospital
Another morning staring at the same four walls.
Yesterday, Dr. Herrera had transferred me from intensive care into the step-down unit.
My breathing had improved, but the experimental drug used during the airfield attack still required monitoring.
At least I could finally move around without feeling like I was going to pass out.
Blaze stirred on the sleeper sofa beside my bed.
“Morning, Darlin'.”
“Morning.”
He sat up, rubbing his face.
“How're you feeling?”
“Like I need a vacation.”
He chuckled.
“Anywhere in particular?”
“Home. Swimming pool, cold drink, and absolutely no hospitals.”
“Sounds good to me.”
I smiled.
“Think we can convince Herrera?”
“Not before breakfast.”
I groaned.
Blaze leaned over and kissed my forehea
