Thursday — 8:16 a.m. — Razor Riders Compound, South Carolina
Ava's POV
I had officially survived the first full day of my three-day princess retirement.
Barely.
And apparently, surviving entitled everyone to treat me like I was made of glass.
“Blaze?”
“Yeah, Darlin'?”
“Why are you carrying my breakfast?”
“Because you asked for breakfast.”
“I asked for toast.”
“And?”
“And you're carrying enough food to feed a small village.”
He set the tray on the bed.
Eggs, toast, bacon, strawberries, orange juice, and a little pink napkin folded into a crown.
I stared at it.
“Did Dad do that?”
Blaze grinned.
“Maybe.”
“My father has completely lost his mind.”
“He's enjoying himself.”
“That's what worries me.”
Blaze leaned down and kissed my forehead.
“Eat, Darlin'. We've got a busy
