Vina's POV
I stared at the clock above the clubhouse bar.
Eleven thirty.
My oldest daughter was twenty-eight today, and for the first time since she'd come back into our lives.
I wanted to celebrate her birthday properly.
Unfortunately, she didn't want us anywhere near it.
“Quit staring at the damn clock, woman.”
I looked at Edge.
“You've checked your phone four times.”
“Blaze hasn't sent anything.”
“Maybe they're enjoying themselves.”
“That's what I'm hoping.”
Neither of us sounded particularly convincing.
...........
Cloe arrived shortly afterward with Gage, carrying coffee and pastries.
“Morning, Mom.”
She kissed my cheek before holding out her phone.
“Blaze sent me a picture.”
Ava sat at her kitchen table wearing what looks like one of Blaze's shirts.
Laughing over
