Ava's POV
Taking bikers to a Mexican restaurant was apparently a terrible idea.
We hadn't even been seated five minutes.
“That's mine.”
I looked at the chip in Blaze's hand.
Then at him.
“You're holding a tortilla chip.”
“The one I was gonna eat.”
“You put it down.”
“To get salsa.”
“Abandoned property.”
He stared at me.
I crunched it.
Slowly.
His eyes narrowed.
“Darlin’.”
“What?”
“You've got a whole basket.”
“I wanted that one.”
Across the table, Cloe started laughing.
Blaze reached for another chip.
I took that one too.
“What the f**k?”
I smiled and dipped it into the salsa.
Dad pointed at Blaze.
“That's your own damn fault.”
“Thank you.”
“I was talking to him, Princess.”
“Still counts.”
Mom shook her head.
“This is going to be a long dinner.”
It had taken t
