Ava POV
By Wednesday, my dining-room table had disappeared.
Not literally.
I assumed it was still under there somewhere.
Medical supply lists covered one end.
My passport, travel documents, and copies of everything important sat in a folder near the middle.
Blaze stood in the doorway staring at the mess.
“You planning on leaving me any furniture?”
“No.”
“Good talk.”
I checked another item off my list.
He walked over and picked up a package of protein bars.
“These going?”
“Yep.”
I looked up.
“What are you doing?”
“Helping.”
“You hate that I'm going.”
“Didn't say I wouldn't help.”
Something about that made me smile.
Blaze caught it.
“Don't.”
“Don't what?”
“Make that face.”
“What face?”
“That soft one.”
I laughed.
“Didn't know I had one.”
“Rare as f**k, but I've
