Ava's POV
The ride home from the compound was unusually quiet.
Blaze had one hand on the steering wheel of my Mustang and the other resting on my thigh.
Normally, I'd be giving him s**t about driving my car.
Tonight, I wasn't in the mood.
Cloe's suspicious smile. Dad suddenly becoming interested in his motorcycle.
Blaze hesitating when I mentioned birthday decorations.
They were planning something.
“Darlin', you've been quiet.”
“Just thinking.”
“About?”
“My birthday.”
He glanced at me.
“Ava, we already talked about this.”
“I know. I'm starting to wonder whether you actually listened.”
His hand tightened against my thigh.
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly what I said.”
He didn't answer.
Neither did I until we pulled into our driveway.
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