Ava's POV
I woke up to the smell of bacon.
And something burning.
Oh, hell.
Blaze was cooking again.
I rolled over and checked my phone. Nine thirty.
My birthday was officially over, and I had absolutely no intention of getting out of bed anytime soon.
Until I heard—
“f**k!”
I sat straight up.
“BLAZE?”
“EVERYTHING'S FINE!”
Something clattered downstairs.
“THAT SOUNDED EXPENSIVE!”
“GO BACK TO SLEEP, WOMAN!”
I burst out laughing.
So much for a peaceful Monday morning.
When I finally made it downstairs, Blaze was standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but gray sweatpants.
My favorite.
Unfortunately, he was also glaring at a frying pan.
I leaned against the doorway.
“Should I call the fire department?”
He turned.
“Morning, Darlin'.”
“Morning, Gordon Ramsay.”
“Smartass
