Ava’s POV
By Wednesday morning, my body had officially filed a complaint.
My feet hurt.
My shoulders hurt.
Even my fingers were tired.
I walked into the main room and found Gage stretching against the wall.
I stopped.
“You look eighty.”
He glanced at me.
“You walk like you're eighty.”
“Fair.”
Tootsie came in behind me.
“You both look terrible.”
Gage straightened.
“Thank you, Tootsie. You look radiant.”
“I know.”
True snorted from the table.
Morgan handed me coffee.
I took it without comment.
He raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“No declaration of love this morning?”
“It's day three. Our relationship has matured.”
Morgan shook his head.
“Drink your coffee, Ava.”
“Yes, Dad.”
“Don't start.”
I smiled into the cup.
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Five
