Saturday — 8:42 a.m.
Ava's POV
“I'm telling you, Cloe. He's enjoying this.”
My sister looked up from her breakfast.
“Who?”
“Ezra.”
Blaze chuckled beside me.
“Darlin', that man isn't even here.”
“Doesn't matter. Somewhere out there, he's smiling because he knows we're suffering.”
Josie laughed.
“I'm still having trouble sitting down.”
“Thank you!” I exclaimed. “Finally, someone understands.”
Mom approached our table carrying her coffee.
“What's all this complaining about?”
“Your daughter is plotting revenge against her gym partner,” Blaze answered.
“Brother/ Business partner,” I corrected. “And he's a sadist.”
Mom laughed.
“Ezra's been training you for years, sweetheart. You should know what to expect.”
“That's the problem. I did know, and I still let him convince me those
