Ava's POV
The moment I walked into the clubhouse, I knew something was going on.
Cloe was standing beside Mom, whispering.
The second she saw me, she stopped.
Subtle.
Real f*****g subtle.
“Hey, Princess.”
Dad walked over and kissed my forehead.
Weird he was never one to do that. But nice.
“Hey, Dad.”
He looked past me.
“Blaze.”
“Prez.”
“Dinner's almost ready.”
“Good. Your daughter tried to starve me today.”
I turned toward my Ol' man.
“I made you breakfast!”
“You ate half of mine.”
“Because yours tasted better.”
Dad shook his head.
“Jesus Christ. You two are exhausting.”
“Love you too, Dad.”
He chuckled and headed toward the kitchen.
I looked at Cloe.
She smiled.
I narrowed my eyes.
She smiled wider.
Oh, I was definitely going to interrogate that little s**t late
