Ava’s POV
Sarah didn’t leave.
Of course she didn’t.
I was at the bar between Blaze’s legs, stealing his beer.
When her voice carried across the clubhouse.
“Logan, can I speak to you?”
Dad looked at her.
“You can.”
“Privately.”
“No.”
Sarah’s mouth tightened.
Dean had taken a seat at the table she’d abandoned.
Gene sat across from him, looking tired enough to have aged five years in twenty minutes.
Sarah glanced toward me.
I raised Blaze’s beer in acknowledgment.
She looked away.
Smart.
“Why not?” she asked Dad.
“Because whatever you’re about to say about Princess doesn’t need to be said behind her back.”
I glanced at Blaze.
“Look at him.”
“Don’t encourage him, Darlin’.”
Dad flipped us both off.
Sarah lowered her voice.
“You’ve changed.”
“Yeah.”
“For her.”
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