Blaze’s POV
The Mustang had no business sounding that f*****g good.
I shifted gears and felt the car respond beneath me.
Ava had been right.
The damn thing needed to be driven.
I'd taken it out last night because she'd specifically told me not to forget.
What was supposed to be a quick drive had turned into almost an hour before I finally brought it home.
Now, Tuesday afternoon, I stood in the clubhouse staring at the keys in my hand again.
Chain looked down at them.
“You driving Ava's Mustang?”
“Maybe.”
He grinned.
“She actually let you?”
“She told me to.”
That wiped the grin off his face.
“No s**t?”
“No shit.”
Train walked over.
“What's Ava gonna say when she finds out you've been having fun in her car?”
“She already knows.”
“That's trust.”
I looked down at the keys
