Monday — 7:18 a.m.
Ava's POV
Something was vibrating against my pillow.
I opened one eye.
Nothing.
I closed it again.
The vibrating continued.
“Blaze.”
“Hmm?”
“Your phone is having a seizure.”
His arm tightened around my waist.
“Let it.”
I smiled into the pillow.
“Very responsible. I'm sure Dad would be thrilled with your commitment to club business.”
“Darlin', it's seven in the damn morning.”
“Seven eighteen, actually.”
He lifted his head.
“How the hell do you know that?”
“Because your phone keeps lighting up the room.”
Blaze reached across me and grabbed it.
I heard him sigh.
“Cyber.”
That woke me considerably faster than coffee would've.
“What?”
“He wants us in Edge's office.”
I sat up.
“Did he find something?”
“Didn't say.”
I threw back the covers.
Blaze ca
