Friday — 8:17 a.m.
Ava's POV
“I'm going to murder Ezra.”
Blaze laughed as I carefully lowered myself into a chair.
“Morning to you too, Darlin'.”
“My thighs are staging a rebellion.”
He slid a cup of coffee toward me.
“Thought yesterday's workout wasn't that bad.”
“I was being brave.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Don't start.”
Blaze kissed my forehead.
“Love you.”
“Love you too. Now find me new legs.”
Across the table, Cloe groaned as she sat down.
“I'm helping you murder him.”
“Excellent. We have a plan.”
Josie approached with breakfast.
“Can we wait until tomorrow? I don't think I can run from the police today.”
I burst out laughing.
“Four,” Timber announced, joining us with Brielle.
Blaze raised an eyebrow.
“Four what?”
“Women plotting Ezra's murder.”
Brielle carefully lowered her
