Ava's POV
4:38 p.m. — Mexico, Hospital Entrance
“Blaze, I can walk.”
“Never said you couldn't, Darlin'.”
“Then why am I still in this wheelchair?”
“Because you're stubborn as hell, and I'm not arguing with you in front of the entire hospital.”
I twisted around to glare at him.
He grinned.
“Love you too.”
Morgan chuckled beside us.
“Some things never change.”
I looked up at him.
“Don't encourage him.”
“Wouldn't dream of it.”
The elevator doors opened, revealing the hospital's private entrance.
As we exit.
“Holy crap.”
Three black SUVs were parked beneath the covered driveway.
Armed security personnel stood nearby, their attention fixed on the surrounding area.
Rafa waited beside the first vehicle, speaking into a radio.
I glanced over my shoulder.
“Dad?”
Dad stepped be
