Thursday — 9:23 a.m.
Ava's POV
“Somebody better explain why my husband has apparently moved in with a motorcycle club.”
I looked up from my coffee.
Ezra stood in the clubhouse doorway, arms crossed, wearing black athletic shorts and a fitted gray shirt.
Oh, this was going to be entertaining.
“EZRA!”
I jumped from my chair and hurried toward him.
He caught me in a hug.
“There's my girl.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Checking whether my marriage still exists.”
I burst out laughing.
Behind me, Morgan looked up from his conversation with True.
“Morning, sweetheart.”
Ezra turned toward him.
“Morning? That's all I get?”
Morgan grinned.
“What would you prefer?”
“A husband who occasionally remembers where he lives.”
Chain nearly choked on his coffee.
Morgan approached and wrapp
