Ava's POV
1:07 a.m. — Mexico
“Tell me something, Morgan.”
He looked up from his phone.
“What?”
“Do I have a sign on my forehead that says please ruin my life?”
Tootsie snorted into her coffee.
Morgan sighed.
“Ava.”
“I'm serious. First somebody messes my phone.
"Then they manage to track the damn thing without a SIM card.
"Then some lunatic tries shooting me, and now my name's written on buried medical supplies.”
“Technically, your surname,” Tootsie corrected.
I slowly turned toward her.
“Thank you, Tootsie. That makes everything so much better.”
She grinned.
“Happy to help, Little Mama.”
True entered the room carrying a folder.
“Investigators are examining the container.”
“Wonderful. Maybe they'll discover my secret career as an international criminal.”
Morgan gave me
