Ava's POV
Wednesday — 8:16 a.m. — Razor Riders Compound, South Carolina
Something smelled amazing.
Bacon?
Definitely bacon.
I opened my eyes, momentarily forgetting where I was.
Then a large arm tightened around my waist.
“Morning, Darlin'.”
I smiled.
“Morning.”
Blaze pressed a kiss against my shoulder.
“How'd you sleep?”
“Like somebody knocked me unconscious.”
He chuckled.
“Considering how hard you were sleeping, I'd say pretty good.”
I turned toward the clock.
“Blaze!”
“What?”
“It's eight!”
“Yeah?”
“That's practically lunchtime!”
He laughed.
“Darlin', most people don't consider eight in the morning lunchtime.”
“Well, those people obviously don't have things to do.”
His eyebrow rose.
“Things to do?”
I blinked.
Then remembered.
“Oh.”
He grinned.
“Yeah. Oh.”
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